Last night I went in at 10:30 or so to feel Blake. He was squalling & kicking up a fuss (as usual), but settled down right away to the serious business of glug-glug-glugging. I tend to rush through his night feedings; I'm either doing something interesting in the other room or dead tired. But tonight, when he drank his fill, pulled away from the breast and then snuggled his cheek against me, I never wanted to put him down.

Yesterday I washed a full week's worth of diapers. There were so many diapers & covers & pads that they couldn't fit on the clothesline. Have I mentioned lately that diaper laundry is my favourite chore? I love it.

the wages of poop

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 9/25/2004 04:34:00 p.m.