Once upon a time...there was a guy and a girl and they had a baby girl.
They had no idea what they were doing.
And God wanted them to have a crazy baby instead of a nice quiet one.
Enter: Lyla B Richardson...the wildest/rashiest (not a word) baby in town.
You love to start your mornings out by sometimes drinking your bottle OR sometimes not drinking your bottle by taking swings and spitting it out.
Enter: Lyla B Richardson...the wildest/rashiest (not a word) baby in town.
You love to start your mornings out by sometimes drinking your bottle OR sometimes not drinking your bottle by taking swings and spitting it out.
You can be found laying around the house naked all afternoon....due to one of your many rashes...the diaper rash. Mom and Dad aren't sure how it got there because we change your diaper like nobody's business...and paint you up with Butt Paste. When that didn't work...we gave up diapers all together...it's still there.
Then your Mom and Dad spent a small fortune on special skin products that your doctor reccommended.... for example $12 for 50 baby wipes isn't easy on the pocket book, but we are doing it anyway. Not to mention special shampoo for your flaky head. Special body soap for your bumpy skin. And special hypoallergenic lotion for everything else.
AND you're STILL the rashiest baby in town.
In the evening...you can be found screaming your lungs out between the hours of 9pm and 12am. And I was hoping that walking around the house bouncing the heck out of you for 3 hours would help me lose the "baby weight"....but no such luck. Regardless of how bad my back hurts and how sore my arms are...I guess it's not considered a work out.
In the evening...you can be found screaming your lungs out between the hours of 9pm and 12am. And I was hoping that walking around the house bouncing the heck out of you for 3 hours would help me lose the "baby weight"....but no such luck. Regardless of how bad my back hurts and how sore my arms are...I guess it's not considered a work out.
Then at 12am on the dot....you crash.....and I mean CRASH. Like dead to the world. Then your mom does a victory lap around the house, chugs a beer, and dives into bed. And I wish I could say that I fell straight to sleep, but I dont. I lay there and watch you for hours...to make sure that you are staying asleep.
Yes, little one, you are quite a handful. If you ask your dad about this when you're older...he won't remember. He goes to bed at 9pm. Is this a coincidence or no?
And sometimes you like us too (or it's just gas...not sure)....I know you wish sometimes that we could figure this whole baby thing out, but we are learning...and I'm sure we will have everything figured out by baby number 2......haha just kidding...I think you will be more than enough baby for us....one's plenty.
In the mean time...we will proudly tote our little rashy baby all over town ....and happily empty our wallets for whatever our little muffin needs! And the thing that your Mommy and Daddy find most amusing is......that we wouldn't trade you for a "non fussy" baby any day. We have come to find out that we prefer YOU in any variety that you are.
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2 comments:
I think this might be your sweetest post ever :)
hey Kate...you might not know me, but i knew Natalie in HS and college (and, i also emailed you one time on how to paint black cabinets!) anyway, we had our first babe, a girl, at the end of May! so, congrats to you -- it's such a ride, but soooo fun and sooo worth it! just had to say that sure was a sweet post and it made me smile and tear up a bit!!! enjoy your sweet gal and enjoy soaking up every moment, b/c as people say, "it goes by way to fast" (and IT DOES, even if Hattie is only 11 weeks old - ha!) toodles!
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