Firstly, to the person that came up with the phrase: Sleeping like a baby. You and I need to have a talk. I don’t think it means what you think it means.
Secondly, Chris gave Benjamin his first bottle the other night. We thought it was take a while for him to adjust to a new way of feeding. If ‘a while’ means about 2.5 seconds then, well, I guess we were right. Clearly, consuming food is not a problem for this baby, thus far. We will be chronicling my adventures with pumping at another time. One word: YOWZA.
Thirdly (and on a somewhat related note), I’ve really been enjoying breastfeeding this last week. The quiet time, the happy baby…it’s been a tremendously rewarding experience. We’re finally getting into a little bit of a routine (oh, about every 30 minutes or so!) during the day and it’s nice to sit back, relax, and enjoy having a content kiddo. As Chris says: ‘You’re lots of fun to be around when you’re happy, Baby”. Good thing we love him so much, it makes the screaming jags bearable.
Poor Benjamin has started spitting up quite a bit recently so both he and I have acquired a new scent: Eau de Sour Milk.
Also, we’ve incorporated ‘Spa Day’ [as we call it], into the nightly ritual. It mostly involves going into the bathroom, cranking up the heater to max temp, and letting Benjamin zone out, naked, on a towel. And then we usually pop him into the bath for a few minutes before returning him to his towel. He is in absolute heaven.
Zen Baby.
Afterwards, the bathroom looks like a tornado has gone through.
Naked babies…are not tidy. In more ways than one.
