I just answered the door for the guy delivering my lunch, with my nephew in my arms.
Delivery Guy: “Oh my god, that’s the cutest baby I’ve ever seen! Wow! Is he yours?”
Me: “Yes. Yes he is.”
I don’t know. It just happened.
My sister and new-mom friends are always saying that caring for an infant is difficult and exhausting, and honestly, I’m finding that really hard to believe. Steph left me in charge of my baby nephew for the day. I’ve been here for over two hours with him, and it’s been an absolute DREAM. He’s just hanging out here, right next to me, acting like a perfect angel as I’ve gone about my business, doing whatever it is I’d normally do– eating, texting, watching tv, blogging, reading my kindle. So stop your bitching, moms everywhere. This is not hard.
Oh shit. He just woke up. WHAT DO I DO?!?
Immediately after seeing my post Sweet Dreams of Death and Despair, Baby Boy, this:
Also the baby will be fine and not all psychologically damaged by what you created in that room.