It’s been three years since the Little Man invaded our hearts. I had no idea what I was doing. 

Have. No. Idea.


One week. It was hard to believe that the Little Man had been in our lives for just one week. Harder still to believe that it had been an entire week, and no one had yet to knock on our door and say “Hey, about that whole letting-you-be-responsible-for-another-human thing – Just Kidding.”

One week to figure it all out before we had to go back to our family doc and prove that we had it all figured out. Or at least hadn’t managed to kill the kid yet.

We had such high standards back then…

One week. I’d barely made it out of the hospital at that point. The Little Man and I were still negotiating his terms for breast feeding. He wanted to only nurse the right boob. I? Didn’t want to be That girl – the one walking around with lopsided boobs. And the Big Man and I were still trying to figure out, exactly, what we were supposed to be doing with him. Other than the standard change him, feed him, change him loop we seemed to be stuck in. Should we be doing baby Yoga? Immersing him in Mozart and Bach? Or reading him War&Peace the few seconds he managed to open his eyes between naps?

One week. We were just coming to the realization that maybe, just maybe, we should wait to change his diaper until After he ate. But the Big Man and I? Are nothing if not masters in the art of “Fake It Till Ya Make It.”

So that is exactly what we did.

The night before, we gave the Little Man his first bath. Along with his first near-drowning experience. Or so he would have you believe based on the tornado-warning-siren-like wails that emanated from his tiny lungs.

And that morning? We dressed him in his cutest outfit. Complete with booties, his knit wool cap from the Hospital Ladies’ Auxiliary, and every single blanket we could find to keep him warm in his carrier for those 5 seconds he’d be exposed to the December elements between our car and the front door of the doctor’s office.

Imagine more blankets. LOTS more blankets…

Needless to say, we were pretty proud of ourselves when we arrived at the doctor’s office for our one week check-up 5 minutes early with a cute, clean, warm kid to present for inspection.

Then the nurse took us back, asked us to strip the Little Man, and present him for his vitals check. Which we did. Sure, it may have taken us a full 5minutes. But we managed to do so without breaking even one of his little, flailing arms.

We? Were TOTALLY winning at this check up.

And then the nurse told us we could dress him again. And, every so gently, suggested that perhaps we might want to change his diaper before we did so.

Sure! No Problem! We’ll just grab a diaper….

Um. Yeah. About that…

Who knew you’d need a diaper bag just to go to the doctor’s?

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Deb & Alix December 17, 2012 at 9:12 am

Happy, Happy Birthday, Little Man! What joy you have brought into the lives of your family………and how wonderful that Izzy has her very own big brother! Have fun playing with trucks and cars and books and all your toys today! And most of all, enjoy your Special Day with Mommy, Daddy and Sissy! The goats, dogs and cats send you all our love from Star View Farm! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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