twilight33

Man, I am stuffed. I tried out my first recipe from the Chevy's cookbook for homemade tortillas. Not too bad, although I can definitely halve it and still have plenty since I was grilling tortillas for over a half hour straight and have a ton left over! Those combined with some lemon pepper chicken, beans & cheese made for some pretty decent fajitas but I'm pretty worn out.

I have no clue why, but I have been driven to cook lately between the tortillas and two pumpkin pies this weekend alone. Thankfully we called in some help devouring those pies (we'd ship one to you if we could,

magpiesmom) and have only half of one left now. Must be warming up for Thanksgiving!

During one of my multiple shopping trips with Kieran today, I got a feeding seat for him. Much more useful than a high chair since we don't have much space in the dining room to spare, and he already loves sitting at the table watching us & our friends eat. We should have gotten it months ago since we've never been able to eat at the table until now!

We'll introduce him to the wonderful world of solid food on Tuesday, I can hardly wait. I get so excited over every little milestone with Kieran that it both alarms & amuses me. I simply can't get enough of him, and when I look back on his newborn pictures it seems like a lifetime ago that he was tiny enough to fit all of him on my forearm & sound exactly like a seagull when he was hungry.

I love him so much. I didn't think it was possible to feel as much love for someone else as I do for Kieran, it washes over me in waves with the heart-tugging pull of a riptide sometimes. I used to think that I could handle anything life tossed my way because I already have weathered a lot, but I know that if (God forbid) I lose Kieran I probably wouldn't be able to make it. It startles me how much I worry about that too; I'm always checking him several times while he's asleep to make sure he's still breathing, making sure he's snug in his carseat & driving more cautiously than I used to, etc. Careful mommy or paranoid to the extreme? I think they're one and the same.

Tomorrow is a holiday for me, and I plan on going absolutely nowhere and doing nothing to celebrate.