i’ve been the mother of a mini snot factory for the past 2 days.
he sounds like a chain smoker, laughs like a creepy clown,
and when he says “i yuv you” it’s a bit more like “hi wub woo”

he hasn’t wanted to eat,
he wakes up to grumble like an angry old man thrice a night…
and though he is happy and cuddly for the most part,
there is a sure 15 minutes of bliss at the big red house every night.
here, it’s called naked time….
{though to b, it’s a “ba”}

and after a newborn shoot all day yesterday, 
with this little less-than-healthy helper close by…
i fell in love with my baby all over again.

i’m going to ask again nicely,
please, please stop growing up.