Ah, yes. Everyone's favorite question for me these days. It's an okay one, I suppose, though not entirely fair. If you were to ask me, "Do you like having a son that's the most adorable little boy in the whole world?", then the answer to that question would be an easy one. Of course I love my little Squeaker.
But do I love getting up three times a night to feed and change my little bundle of joy? Not so much. I could also do without the projectile gastronomical productions and the unpredictability of living with a person who has little concept of a 24-hour day and only communicates in grunts, cries, wails, and head bobs.
But when I catch little moments like these, somehow it makes all the chaos worth it and I am convinced that things will get easier. Someday...
4 comments:
Very cute! Looking forward to sleeping through the night I take it!
i love the way you word things! i totally feel the same way but can't describe it so brilliantly as you can. and yes, it does get easier. hang in there. i totally understand about the projectile part. hayzen had reflux the first 4 months and it was aweful! but it goes away.
Oh so cute!
So well put! Bill doesn't understand when I flip flop from wanting kids and saying I'm really happy to pass them back off to their parents. This is why!!!
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