Meet Grey.

I guess it is about time I introduced him here. Most of you already know via other means of social media that he arrived safe and sound but we need to make it officially official here in this space.

Blog friends, meet my new crush.
He smells like heaven. Heaven I tell you.

Grey Christian Heffernan

8 lbs 1 oz of squishy baby deliciousness

A lot of people have asked about the name. All I can say is that we agreed. Finally. And we are happy with our little Grey. He is a keeper. (Sorry to all the Xavier fans out there. Much to Scott's dismay, I just couldn't commit to that name.) 

Tonight I type to you alone on my couch as Scott went to a movie with some guys. Cash is asleep. Little man is continuing his 3 hour nap only stirring a few times to let me know his heart is still beating and I couldn't feel more content with my life right now. As Cash and I were waving goodbye to Scott as he backed out of the driveway I couldn't help but think how grateful I am for that man who has been such a great partner in helping us create this family of four. We are a family of four?! That makes me feel so grown up somehow. We had a second son, installed blinds in our bonus room (he installed, I cheered happily), read aloud The Book of Mormon Girl together, and tagged teamed the biggest boom-boom Cash has dumped to date. This is the kind of goodness a family of four gets to do together. It seems so trivial and so wonderful all at the same time. 

I feel like I have been much more sane the second time around. Overall, I think the traumatic birth of Cash and being a new mom rocked my world. I felt out of my body and not myself for about 6 weeks after his birth. I don't think I realized how much until I now have an emotional comparison since having Grey. I think having the perspective of doing it for almost 18 months has given me confidence that I can do this. I may have been faking it with Cash but now there is no fooling; I am a mom.

Cash is doing great. I know that is your next question. He loves to say, "baby baby baby baby baby" until I have to say, "yes, he is a baby." And then Cash just walks away and is back to being the center of his universe. So far so good. Scott is back at work next week so we'll see if things change but overall he is fairly oblivious. Little does he know we have just given him the greatest gift of his life. Sibs are the best so I don't feel too bad for him. 

Cash also talks like crazy. And lately he has been saying, "Mom. Mom." in this really cute matter-of-fact tone to get my attention. It kills me because it is so cute the way he says it. A little human calls me mom. Crazy.

Our de-granny-fication of the house is going well. I will post a before and after picture of our bonus room once we have it all put together. Things are moving though and I can't wait for the changes. 

Now I must go weed through the crappy streaming selection on Netflix and hopefully find something only slightly awful. (Although the Being Elmo documentary has made Elmo much less annoying to me and possibly even endearing. Who would've thought? You should watch it.)I think No Strings Attached might be the unfortunate winner. After we finish Downton we may have to say goodbye to Netflix once and for all - especially now that my incredible babysitter Toy Story 3 is no longer streaming. Cash and I were crushed when it no longer appeared in our instant que. Damn you, Netflix. You had the world in your hands and we are all sadly watching your great fall. Why? WHY did you do this to yourself?! 

And for now, goodnight my friends.