7 weeks

Our little terrorist sleeps, but I'm not fooled.  I know he is waiting to strike.  Maybe not tonight, but tomorrow or the next.  He's got an inconsolable midnight fit with my name on it.  This is my life.  Living in fear of my baby's mood.  If I ever had any illusions that as the parent I am in charge, it is gone now.  But tonight is a good night and I gave him a little extra cuddle of appreciation before I laid him back down after a late night feeding, still asleep.

I think I've said it, but I count myself lucky to have a husband who is a truly a parenting partner.  I have Calvin all day, but when Chris comes home I can hand him over for some quality daddy time so I can shower, make dinner or hide until the next feeding.  If needed, I can even wake him in the middle of the night to give me a break when that wailing bomb hits.  And I have to say, I may be the all powerful MOMMY, but there are definitely things that Chris does way better than me:
swaddling...

burping...

baby shiatsu...

My mommy life isn't all bleak.  Last week, I mentioned that Calvin started smiling.  He's doing it this week in full force and nothing brightens up my day like that boy's grin.  The problem is that I'm too busy melting to take a picture.  You're just going to have to take my word for it.  It's amazing.

half smile

bundled up for a little walk on a chilly day