Back Home Again in Indiana
Remember that time I had a baby and fell off the face of the earth? The newborn fog is real, kids.
I had every intention of doing a post about Isaac’s birthday for posterity and future birth control, but since the tiny little nightmare turned one month old yesterday, it seems that ship has sailed. Let’s just sum it up with we may have waited longer than we should have to go to the hospital, the epidural is the greatest invention in the history of inventions, and while the whole experience wasn’t as horrible as I anticipated, it’s not anything I’m interested in ever doing again.
Moving on. . .it was touch and go there for awhile, but we’ve managed to keep a tiny human alive for one whole month!
He’s up to 9 pounds 5 ounces and his giant head is in the 90th percentile.
Favorite activities include screaming at Mommy, sleeping on Daddy, pooping while eating, giving the side eye, and flipping the bird.
Strong dislikes include baths, sleeping at night, and being dressed like an elf.
And I wonder why he screams at me.