The end.

Somewhere I read that once you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. I kind of feel like I need to get that knot in pretty quickly. It may be sheer fatigue from baby or from getting a shot yesterday. Maybe it's because it rained all morning. It may be the subconscious worry of leaving the decade for the next tomorrow. Given the option, which I don't actually have, of trading my life for another, I would definitely pass. Never would I exchange these cute baby smiles for something else...

...well, maybe one or two for a few more minutes of sleep. But that is all!

Laundry list

As mentioned previously, somewhere, be it in a post or elsewhere, having a child has opened my eyes to several facts of life. I now know why some moms are late, never have time, have a messy house, car, boat, or RV, and why dinner must be prepared in under 7 minutes. I also know why mothers either must have several closets full of clothing or must never go anywhere. It all comes down to the baby. As I left the house one morning this weekend, I noticed my favorite jacket had the flaky remains of a recent baby eruption on the shoulder. It was washed earlier that week and I tried to keep it as tidy as possible, especially since anything baby leaves behind shows up so well on black. On closer examination, I noticed that underneath the remnants, the color was turning purple. It has bleached my jacket!

In November, my cousin was holding the Little Miss for a few minutes and got to experience the after dinner regurgitation herself. Thankfully, she "still thinks that spit-up was a sign of love. ;D" My baby must love me lots.

Just goes to show that I probably need to do laundry better...or never go anywhere.

Wife-hood

Life has changed drastically in our home since Miss Thing 3 arrived. Everything has changed, even down to brushing teeth has changed. While carrying her in our handy baby pack, her head sits right in the standard 'rinse' area, so I had to figure out the right twist and bend in order to avoid having a sudsy, and likely grumpy, baby, while keeping her upright enough to not make her just a grumpy baby. It reminded me of the time when my brother and I saw a sit-com commercial about two roommates, I think, that involved one drying his neck while the other apologized profusely through his lather. We pretending to recreate the scene for several weeks after that, though thankfully we never needed to dry anyone. Back to the topic at hand.

Yes, everything has changed, save one thing. My husband is still excellent and supportive as ever, even though he is more tired and busy than ever. The Miss and I attended a Mom and Baby group this week and were inundated with a chorus of complaints from moms struggling more to take care of their husband than taking care of the infant. One dad claimed that the baby was going to be too needy if he used the wrap, which she loves, so he let her scream in her seat instead, or the engineer dad who needs a structured schedule and told mom she was too lenient in enforcing naps, meals, play, etc. The Daddy in this house knows better, for which I am grateful. So here's to all great husbands who choose to become excellent dads. Thanks from me.