A really good day

In these three months of taking care of Michael, there have been up days and down days. Days that go by like this:

And days that go by like this:

And there are many days when I feel like if Baby Michael could talk, he would ask me:


Lady, do you even know what the heck you are doing?!

Of course, the over-arching sentiment is that I am having a blast, despite my constant worry over whether or not he is getting enough sleep, or I am messing up his schedule by bringing him here and there, etc.

But there are certain days that are just more fun than others. Certain days where I feel like, for a fleeting moment, we got the hang of it. Certain days where I don't have suspicions that baby Michael is filling out a secret baby petition to be mailed off to the Mommy Distribution Center, asking for a reassignment.

Today was one of those days.

From his first waking up, Michael was all smiles today (minus a block of time where, for one reason or another, he was just totally and completely inconsolable. Not sure what was up with that. He had napped, he was clean, he was burped, he was fed. I suppose he has a certain quota of crying he must fill for one day. Usually he spreads it out...I guess yesterday he just got it out all at once and was perfectly charming the rest of the day).

But most of the day:

I look at him...he laughs.

I kiss him...he laughs.

I go in after a nap...and instead of crying, here's what I see:

It's been such a fun day!

Michael's mom came down to look after Baby Michael while I took care of a Bible study at Church. It was great to not worry about dragging Baby Michael everywhere late at night postponing bedtime.

And he was all smiles for her too! It was great! Definitely a win-win!

So, tomorrow is promising to be a good day as well (because Grammy and Poppy are coming!)....

But whatever the next day brings, today is a day that I thought to myself...I think I'm kind of getting the hang of this!