Well, we're approaching the one month mark with Madison. She's been pretty healthy thus far and aside form occasional diaper rash, she has few complaints. How are Madison's parents you ask? Ooooh, they're absolutely peachy! How can one not be happy on an average of 3 hours sleep a night, combined? Oh, and let us not forget the wonderful games we play everyday such as "Pee on the parents while they're reaching for the baby wipes", and "How high can I make the new parents jump when I cry." Oh yes, life is absolutely wonderful right now.
Seriously though, things are pretty good with the baby. She's eating a lot, pooping a lot, and crying a lot. According to most experts, that means she is in fact healthy. I have to say that technological advances in baby paraphernalia have made things a lot easier. No more cranking the baby's swing when it winds down. These days swings have features babies have been asking for for years: six speed automatic shifting, cruise control, music on demand, cup holders, reclining seats, mobiles! Yeah, they have it all. I remember my brother Steven's swing. It had hard metal framing, a plastic seat that only held him upright and he would stick to if he were sweating. A single white plate that would snap in and keep him from being launched into the television. Oh, and for music we'd just turn on MTV and play it real loud. The best part of the swing, however, was that if you didn't keep it cranked, the baby would wake up, and God forbid that happen! Oh yes! Hearts sank and fears ran high if you heard the swing come to a halt and the baby begin to murmur. It then became a made dash to crank the swing steadily but not to hard, for the vibrations could stir the baby more, and would in fact add to the very problem you're trying to avoid. Yes, it certainly made life interesting. That's just the baby swing. I could go on and on about the strollers and cribs and changing tables these days, but I'm sure in the future its just going to get more outrageous.
I don't know if anyone else has noticed this, but dirty diapers in bulk, are heavy! I was emptying the cool diaper disposal system we have, and couldn't believe that a little person could pee that much. I know its not that poop, because that doesn't come in as much abundance as the pee. That made me think of adult diapers, holy crap! Whoever is emptying out those diapers must have some serious biceps. I have to laugh because Madison's not even that big yet, wait til she starts dropping some big bombs in the diaper. I need to join a gym.
If you haven't caught it yet, I'm using words like pee and poop in greater quantities. I think this is an instinct that humans get once the baby is born. No more curse words. I found this very apparent at work the other day, and I referred to Madison's urethra as her "pee-pee". It just came out like second nature, and I felt a little silly saying it. My boss, however, said that its okay and the words I chose were fine. Still, I find it quite amusing.
Okay, I have to go now, I need to catch a few minutes of sleep before the baby wakes and requires my awesome singing and rocking abilities to put her back to sleep.
Here's some more pictures of Madison and a few other people you might know.



