Not quite like I remember... definitely more delightful and definitely...wetter.

I love my son! I want to make sure that everyone knows how terrific I think being a mom is because I have a terrific kid! Oh yeah- its a lot of work and a little sleep but I find such joy in taking care of him that all of the labor is something I don't mind... Here is what I do mind- and its only because until recently I hadn't quite figured out how to protect myself. Protect myself from what?- you might ask... FROM THE WILD WHIZZER!!! Nobody told me you do twice as much laundry because he'll pee all over everything when you think its safe to change him or for whatever reason he's mastered the art of leaking... no matter how straight you put that diaper on! And if I'm not bobbing and weaving the pressure washer then I'm ducking and dodging and then finally resorting to just shielding myself from THE SUPER-PUKER! We're talking projectile-folks! This kid has it coming outta both ends!

I get the throwing up... he's been having a rough time with formula and its not sitting in his stomach very well- so no never mind to him- BLAH!- I'm covered in it! Poor thing. I feel bad for him! But the whizzing... yeah- I'm still stumped. Mandy and Joe gave us what looks like a little cup or shield type thing to "delay the spray" but all it ends up doing is creating a little puddle that the poor dear ends up swimming in... which still means more laundry for me so I've just decided that the new diaper is my shield while I quickly discard the other. Its quite a technical process... you'd think it took a degree to change a diaper! I'm still investigating the inner-workings of "the leak". I have NO IDEA how he can pee all over himself WHILE he's in a diaper! I've changed millions of theses things... I KNOW HOW TO PUT A DIAPER ON!- but alas... its one wet spot after another.

Did I mention that I LOVE being a mother! When all is said and done... I get a clean diaper on him and a full tummy (both for the mean time) and then this darling little angel just looks up at me and gives me the cutest faces and looks and it doesn't matter that I've changed my clothes as often as I've changed his and it doesn't matter that I have to feed him twice as often because he gives half of whatever he's just eaten back to me which means I get even less sleep than before. This PERFECT child is mine to hug and hold and kiss and cuddle with and it makes all the waterworks worth it. Who couldn't love THIS baby?