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On Sunday Weston was blessed in church. He was a perfect angel and did not cry (although his parents teared up). Scott gave a beautiful blessing and told me afterwards that Weston smiled at him during the blessing, which is no surprise because Wes usually smiles at his Dad. Am I jealous? Yes, but it only adds to my joy as a mother to see the relationship between my husband and his son, and how they love each other.
Sunday I noticed something that was always there but I wasn't paying attention to: I have a wonderful husband. Of course I haven't told him this yet, I haven't had time to between making sure he has gotten his homework done and asking him to take out the trash.
You see I often only see what Scott is not doing, and over-remind him on what needs to be done. But to add to Scott's attributes he takes it all politely, and even more would never ask me if I have done the dishes or taken a shower. :) So today I applaud my husband.

At seven this morning he offered to take crying Weston out of the room to let me sleep. Then at nine he stroked my hair while I continued to sleep and told me he loved me. He came home from work today and gave me a hug. He held and played with Wes and said like always how cute and perfect he was. He put the dishes away after dinner without being asked. Now he is doing his homework (after working a ten hour work-shift today), in preparation for a long day tomorrow. Tonight he will come to bed late and put his arms around me and fall fast asleep. This is just a typical day.

I am starting to realize that I do not have a husband who is lacking, I am only lacking in seeing how wonderful he really is.

"Sleep when your baby sleeps." This is great advice. For someone else. I prefer to stay exhausted, or at least it seems that way as I spend the majority of Weston's sleeping time cleaning the house, making phone calls, and guiltily checking my email. As of now I am writing in a meaningless blog while he is fast asleep in his bouncy chair in front of me. I should sleep, but what used to be my favorite thing in the world (sleep!) is now a hated inconvenience. Going to bed is like stepping off an unknown cliff every night - will I have to get up two or five times tonight? I hate nights, or moreover I hate the mornings that follow them.

I have gotten a lot of good advice that I haven't been smart enough to follow in the past few months, but nothing has helped me through those exhausting early hours than April reminding me (or more like informing me) that this is only temporary. Before we would know it Weston would no longer be a little baby and I would be sleeping normal hours and this would all be a memory. This was beautiful news. It's also sad news.

I told Scott the other day that our little one was growing and he would never be an infant again in all existence. This was a sad realization for me, but Scott made it all okay when he responded that he wasn't sad, because we had enjoyed every minute of it. And we have!

So tonight to celebrate our first cold evening I put Wes in his warm Tiger sleeper for the first time (which was once James') and took a few pictures because he looked oh so cute.

Wes indulged me and my glorious photo session just long enough for me to get one photo with his eyes open, and then promptly fell asleep sitting up. So now it's time for me to go to sleep so I can be awake enough tomorrow to enjoy another day.

I have tried to start this blog for several days now, and have come to the conclusion that I just don't know what to say that anyone could possibly want to read. After all, the Internet has made me egocentric enough. I already have Facebook, where my all 91 of my closest friends know my favorite movies, what book I'm currently reading, and the absolute most current "status" of my life. If that weren't enough I have my web page (www.scottandamber.myphotoalbum.com in case you've forgotten to check it today) where I display my family pictures and weekly updates of my little one. It would be impossible for me to even change my hairstyle without my family and friends across the country noticing.
So why does a person like me need a blog. I don't, but I must because most of my siblings have one and in order to be consistent (note: two rows of four pictures in the family hallway) I must have one as well. It won't be as interesting, it won't be as well written, and the pictures not nearly as exciting (Weston laying on the floor....Weston laying on Dad's lap...) but it will be here so if someone ever wants commentary to the mundane that is my life they are welcome to come to MY blog and see if I've brought myself to post something.
So here it is, a blog by Amber (you're welcome mom).