Sometimes while I'm rocking Wilson and he has his mouth open, I'll lean in and smell his breath for just a second. Baby breath does not smell bad at all and it distinctly smells like Wilson. I kind of love it.
To have 10 guilt free minutes to myself, I'll "go to the bathroom" and just sit and read an article in a magazine. I even fake flush and wash my hands so Caleb doesn't know. Caleb would definitely give me some quiet time if I asked, but I hate to ask. My sneak bathroom method works for me.
I'm planning Wilson's birthday party already. A party he won't remember. A party that he couldnt probably care less about. But I've spent hours on pintrest planning.
I have a lot of opinions on diapers. I could go on and on about the best brand, best value, materials, etc. I really, really care about diapers.
I've googled "is my baby a genius". I've also googled "how to deal with a slow learner". Probably googled on the same day.
I count putting soap in his bath water as bathing him most nights.
Puffs are baby crack and my kid as an addiction. Need to distract him? Puffs. Need to get dressed? Puffs. Need him to stop crying? Puffs.
I kiss him on the mouth all the time. I get slobber in my mouth sometimes. I don't care one bit.
I'm not a particularly religious person, but I beg the sleep gods every night before I go to bed that Wilson sleeps through the night. I seriously beg, plead, and bargain. Maybe I should offer a young goat.
I take so many pictures of Wilson. Most of them aren't even of anything in particular. Just us around the house. But I would be devastated if I lost them.
My parenting philosophy changes weekly. Drastically.
I've banged Wilson against many a door frame. I also rolled him down some steps in his stroller. He managed to burn his finger and I have absolutely no clue how that happened.
So, I'm not the only one, right? Maybe?