wasted away again in babyville
so, hi!
my day is filled with boobie time, hanging with mr. pooper & diaper changes. he's up for about 10 hours of a day and if it were a full 10 hours in a row, i'd probably go insane because there is only so much you can do with a little baby. i mean, he really only cares about 3 things - my boobies, his fists & his mobile and no, i don't mean his cell phone. he's tolerating been read to & he's hating tummy time & while walks are ok, they can only last so long before it's time for another nap and GOD FORBID you be outside for nap time. my days are also filled with an anxiety about pretty much everything. am i holding him enough? too much? is he warm enough? is he still breathing? don't drop him - don't drop him - don't drop him. oh no! i have the tv on and he's in the room. etc, ad nauseum.
and that's all i have to say. that's all i talk about, think about, dream about.
here's a picture though. that's pretty cool.
