Christ. My son has a cough, and he crawled up into our bed last night. Spent hours coughing directly into my ear, slapping me with flailing hands, and crying for milk (which he then rejected after it was offered).
It gets better. The early years are so exhausting that it’s hard to function. It so often feels like you’re talking to a wall and repeating yourself every day. And then little by little, they start to parrot your saying and mannerisms (which is frankly, hilarious). Be kind to yourself while you’re in the trenches, it will get better and every year will be easier than the one before
Oh no doubt. We’ve got friends with older kids and we’re getting a bunch of hot tips about what comes next - some good, some bad.
One of my friends swears the best day in a parent’s life is the day you change the last diaper. But the second best is the day your kids beat you at chess.
Christ. My son has a cough, and he crawled up into our bed last night. Spent hours coughing directly into my ear, slapping me with flailing hands, and crying for milk (which he then rejected after it was offered).
I am in an absolute haze this morning.
It gets better. The early years are so exhausting that it’s hard to function. It so often feels like you’re talking to a wall and repeating yourself every day. And then little by little, they start to parrot your saying and mannerisms (which is frankly, hilarious). Be kind to yourself while you’re in the trenches, it will get better and every year will be easier than the one before
Oh no doubt. We’ve got friends with older kids and we’re getting a bunch of hot tips about what comes next - some good, some bad.
One of my friends swears the best day in a parent’s life is the day you change the last diaper. But the second best is the day your kids beat you at chess.
So I’ve got a lot to look forward to
That’s rough, buddy.