Thursday, March 3, 2011
How did I get so lucky? This little man is the best baby ever. And, I really do mean EVER. He is so happy, and smiley, and laughy, and cute, and kissable, and a good sleeper, and, and and...I could go on forever. I really don't know what I would do if he wasn't exactly the way he is. I certainly wouldn't be typing this little diddy up. I'd be in the loony bin. Some days are so freaking HARD. Even when he is perfection is soft squishy skin. 3 kids 3 and under is not for the weak, let me tell you. If I get my teeth brushed, I feel I have accomplished something. I have abandoned all rules with this one. He sleeps with one hand rested on my boob at night, and sleeps whenever he wants during the day. And you know what? I'm loving it. Each morning I am greeted with a big, huge, gummy cheshire cat smile. It keeps me sane. It lets me know each morning what my purpose for the day is; to love my kids. If I get the dishes and the laundry done, well, that will just be an added bonus.