Sitting around holding a baby is tough stuff, lemme tell ya. Let anyone in my house tell ya, cause that’s all we’ve been doing. Granted, sometimes I feed the baby, and that is also very hard. But the real challenge is diapering the kid. I always–always, always–get pooped on. And then peed on. And then promptly spit up on. And then possibly pooped on again. I’ve not yet learned to be quick about the whole business. I guess I tend to take it slow so as not to "mess anything up down there". I’ll get the hang of it…when he’s almost ready to potty-train. And I’m pretty sure I’ll still get peed on then, too.
The girls seem to be adjusting well. Mia has been busy wearing out our company. She’s having a little trouble understanding why mommy and daddy can’t give her undivided attention 24/7, but it’s more confusion than jealousy, at least for right now. Cheyenne just got out of school for the summer. It’s so sweet–she will ask to hold the baby only once she knows everyone else has had their turn. Caleb’s got the hang of keeping the house clean, cooking dinner, and mowing the yard. Plus, he’s quit smoking. And he diapers like a champ. I’m real proud. I sometimes feel he doesn’t get the credit he deserves because he’s a dad. If he were the mom, he’d have his own show.
Me, I’m okay. I didn’t have stitches or anything so the physical recovery of giving birth has been a cake walk. I’ve miraculously lost all the baby weight and then some. It almost feels like I was never even pregnant. (I’m sorry. I know I’m ruining it for all the new mothers out there, and I’m sorry.) I’ve been trying to give up coffee, but it’s just…so…hard.
Merrick is a saintly little baby–sure, he wakes up at night every few hours, but he eats and goes right back to sleep, so there’s not much there to complain about, especially considering that Cheyenne and Mia both were absolute monsters in that way. He has a healthy appetite–he gets right to it and doesn’t play around when it comes to meals. He spits up a lot, and I haven’t exactly figured out what it is I might be eating/drinking that is causing this. Maybe it’s nothing. I pray it’s not my coffee. I have to change his clothes and my clothes about 50 times a day, and I am never–never–completely clean for more than a few seconds at a time.
You guys all have a great week!