all about OBaby, not me! Monday

I’ve decided that there is no “stalking” in the world of blogs. I’ve had many people confess “…Not that I blog stalk you or anything.” in true not me! Monday fashion. HI, I WRITE THIS SO YOU CAN READ IT and enjoy it, and I hope that you do. That would make you friends then, and not stalkers. That includes you, friend who works with my old roommate in California :). Congrats on your pregnancy and yes, the camera is worth every penny for documenting these fleeting moments.Don’t worry, I don’t let my readership go to my head. I know you’re all here for OBaby anyway. So, here ya go:This leads me to my first not me! Monday confession.I did not attempt (and succeed) at dealing with my baby blues on a gray Thursday morning by playing dress up with my son in the outfit we bought back in February from Baby Gap the night we found out his gender. O My Lanta it felt so good. Look at the little heart breaker I birthed!I also did not edit his eyes in that photo using tips from MckMama. OBaby needs no editing because he is perfect just the way he is. Minus the crying. That tends to be less than perfect.I was not so exhausted one afternoon last week that I decided to take a nap, whether OBaby was with me or not. To “persuade” my then bright-eyed 5 week old to also be sleepy, I did not nurse him despite him clearly not being hungry and having eaten a mere 1.5 hours before. When I told DanO about this, he did not accuse me of “effectively drugging our son” with breast milk. Hey, if the shoe fits. That’s all I’m saying.We have not been ridiculously spoiled around here for nearly the last two weeks because friends and family have not been staying with us to help with the house and with the baby. This does not mean that for 10 almost consecutive days DanO and I have been cooked for, cleaned up after, had our lawn mowed and our baby held:Let me tell you, after treatment like that, reality hits like a ton of bricks.Also known as a ton of dirty dishes.We also do not allow our son to drool on his care takers.That’s no way to treat company.Even though I was no more busy than usual (well, this new ‘usual’ that I’ve only known for 5.5 weeks) I did not fail to blog 4 out of 7 days last week.Ok, no, I did fail to blog 4 out of 7 days last week, and I’m sorry. Please see my post filled with a dozen some pictures of OBaby and consider it a sacrifice for my sins. Thank you.See, it feels so good to confess like that. And look, I’m still alive! Have you treated your infant like a cabbage patch doll lately? Maybe used your breast milk with ulterior motives? Read a blog regularly? Wait, that last one isn’t embarrassing; we established that. Nevertheless, I want to hear about it! De-lurk yourself with a comment so I can get to know you as a reader and visit your blog if you have one.Or just click here to read more confessions of Not me! Monday bloggers from the privacy of your own home/office/wifi hotspot.Whatever floats your boat.