Thursday, January 8, 2009

Your Wildest Dreams...

What an amazing 11 days. So far I've been pooped on, peed on, vomited on and screamed at by a 9 pound dictator that I give in to every demand on. The crazy part? I keep coming back for more with a smile on my face. Perhaps they slipped something in my epidural to chemically trick my brain into tolerating abuse from this little guy that I wouldn't accept normally. Seriously, if anyone else ever tried to poop on me, I just wouldn't stand for it.

I'm already creating a monster. Baby sleeps in his bassinet from about 12 to 3:30, but after that it is time to snuggle in bed with Mom for the rest of his sleep. I know that when you get a puppy they say you better not bring the puppy into bed unless you want to lose your bed, and I'm sure it works the same way with babies, but I just can't help it. In fact, Mommy needed to get up and wait for the landscapers to show up, so baby is happily snuggled up next to dad right now. Seriously though. It is winter. Freezing. Brrrr... I don't want the baby to catch a cold, so he has to sleep with us for warmth. /nod.

From Baby Michael, Week 2