So we all know how it happens, but it almost seems like the stork really did just do a “fly by” and drop off a baby that you are now responsible for raising. As they grow, you realize they are not as fragile as the raw egg or bag of flour that you were forced to take care of in highschool for some lousy home economic credits. They are more like little stunt men, doing dive bombs off the couch or tumbling (not gracefully like a slinky) down the stairs. Yet they still survive, reminding you every day with a screeching cry for a toy or a bonk in the head with the toy they so desperately wanted and are now bored with.
You’ve got to love parenting though, with it’s many joys and heartaches. What more could a person ask for? Since the day your little one joined your household, they suddenly didn’t seem so little. Family and friends would come to ooh and ahh over the tiny one while not realizing that mom was lying on the couch like a hump of clay completely worn from only minimal hours of sleep for the past two weeks. To outsiders, your little one seems so sweet lying in her cradle sleeping so peacefully without a care on her mind.
In reality, your little baby is dreaming of how successful her night was of making mommy completely submissive to all of her needs. Doing whatever it took to get mommy to come and pay her a little attention. She wasn’t really hungry or had messed her diaper. She prefers sleeping during the day and torturing her parents during the night. That’s more fun and really entertaining for baby. She had this all planned out with the other babies in the hospital nursery before coming home. I hear there are competitions to see which baby can be the first to drive their parents to the loony bin.
