Don't Ever Go Back to California, Mom

  My mother is here for the week and I love it. I love having someone to talk to during the day. I love having someone I'm so comfortable with to ask advice from (I hate asking questions sometimes because the stuck-up part of me is ashamed that I don't already know the answer). I love that we're so in sync (not N*SYNC) that twice already we've answered a question McKay asked at the same time in the exact phrasing. I love that we can do nothing but watch Arrested Development all day, and we're both perfectly fine with that. I love how much she loves Lincoln and wants to hold him all the time.

  I love my mom.

  Random Updates:

• Lincoln looks more and more like McKay every day, I swear. I know it's incredibly cliche to say "they grow up so fast!", but he's changed an incredible amount just since yesterday. I should know, since I stare at him who knows how many hours a day.
• I still have no idea what I'm doing as a mom, but the process of figuring it out is pretty fun. 
• It is incredible to be able to sleep on my stomach again. And to stand up without feeling like a beached whale. And to put on my shoes without panting. My stomach looks rather grotesque right now, but I find that rather amusing on the whole. I like to poke it because it feels like play dough. I'm very mature.
• Lincoln has burped a grand total of once in his life, and he has never spit up to date. My baby is kick-A