Having a newborn is kind of like being on drugs. Not that I'd know what it's like being on drugs. OK, so maybe it's like what I think being on drugs would be like. There are moments of pure euphoria, like when he grins or when he's asleep in your arms. Then there are the long stretches between those moments when he's crying or on the verge of crying or just finished crying. Those stretches are the tough ones. You know that a "moment" is just around the corner, but you have to get through this stretch first. He's also very addictive. I hand him off to Dinomight, but I can't stop watching him or worrying about him or listening for him. He's expensive, like a drug habit, but with a baby the state is willing to help you out with the expenses. :)

The good news is that he's legal and fun and crying less than he used to. He even smiles for full minutes at a time. But not when Duchess and Latro come over for 24. Then he cries the whole time. We're getting more sleep at night, thank heavens, but Dinomyn is sleeping in our bed with us and I'm always afraid of rolling over and crushing him. He doesn't like his crib, though, so it's either our bed or he and I sleep on the couch. The day that I have to go back to work is coming fast and I'm dreading it. Dinomight is going to take day-duty with Dinomyn and I guess that gives me night duty for the timebeing. Dinomight is up for a promotion at work which would make it so that I can stay home. I know that Duchess doesn't want to hear that, but this little guy isn't going to raise himself. If I could bring him into the office maybe she'd take turns watching him with me. After all, her boss is suddenly the happy guy taking everyone to lunch and sending them home early...

Ok, that's enough for now. Not very witty this time, sorry. Maybe next time.