I Wouldn't Trade This For Anything

Life has been a little busy since we brought Michael home. A typical day with him looks something like this:

7am: Daddy and Mama finally fall into something that resembles sleep when we hear the familiar cooing and slapping of feet in the crib. Mama wakes up and goes to tend the we one.

9am: The wee one has been fed, changed, snuggled, and is now talking to the cat and playing with his toes.

11am: For the past two hours, Michael has been chatting away. He has been fed, changed, snuggled, taken outside for a walk, and been told at least three times that he is extremely cute.

2pm: I'm not sure who invented the idea that babies should be placed on a nap schedule as early as possible, but I think that they should meet our son. For the past three hours, he has been screaming ad crying his little heart out to anyone that will listen- with walls as thin as ours, that would be at least two of our neighbors. He has been fed, changed, snuggled, told stories to, walked around, and given many kisses.

5pm: After a forty seven minute nap, Alex is home now and I'm off to work.

7pm: Michael has been fed, changed, snuggled, walked, fed again, and much to the dismay of his daddy, is still wide awake and very grumpy.

9pm: I'm home from work and both daddy and child are in tears and in great need of mama.

11pm: Michael has been fed, snuggled, in fresh clothes (again) and is now sleeping again.

1am: There is stirring from the crib- looking over, there is Michael smiling and waning to eat again.

5am: Michael has been snuggled, fed, changed, walked around, burped and put back into his own bed.

8am: I finally feel like I'm falling asleep when I hear the familiar slapping of feet and cooing. As exhausted as I am, I wouldn't trade this for anything.

In Case You Were Wondering

I've been informed that it has been some time (read: over a month) since I have last posted anything onto this blog. So, here goes. This post, brought to you with love by moi.

How To Infuriate a Knitter:

1) Drive by any building that has the words "wool, knitting, or sheep" in them.

2) Hide the knitting.

3) Should the Knitter in your life spend 47 hours of their life on a pair of intricately cabled socks, be sure to wear them exactly once before claiming that "they are not really your color".

4) When cleaning the house, be sure to deposit the knitting within reach of small sticky children and the cat. Extra anger will be guarenteed if this is done to projects worked in very expensive fibers.

5) Plan all of your family vacations with a route that does not pass by any of buildings that contain the words "wool, knitting or sheep".

6) After putting on the sweater that your Knitter stitched for 5 months, take extra care to find only the pointiest nails that you might unravel it upon.

7) Create a knitting budget and then be sure to put a limit of $5 or less. This is sure to do the trick; no knitter can follow that.