My Son Shine

It's been a tough few days lately. Baby is having his growth spurt, which means he's up every 2 hours or so to eat. Which further means that mommy and daddy are getting even less sleep now.

I'm so disheveled, I hardly recognize myself. A shower is a rare luxury, I've got spit up on my t-shirts, not to mention I have to wear my husband's tees nowadays cause my new breast friends won't fit into my own tees, I'm sleep deprived, my highlights need a touch up just as bad as I need a shower, and since I happen to have a baby boy, pee-pee gets just about everywhere during our changing sessions. And I do mean EVERYWHERE. Pee-pee teepees DO NOT work.

Attractive, huh. But the funny part is, I don't mind it at all. Getting up is the hardest part, especially when you are all comfy and warm under the blankets. But once I'm up and I see my lil pal, it's just all worth it. Of course, he's not so amused, he's busy crying waiting for his next feeding and then strategizing on what gifts to leave us in his diaper. Those are always fun surprises.

Our boy goes through more wardrobe changes in a day than Beyonce at the oscars. There are even some outfits that only last as long as when they are put on. And then there are the diaper changes. Don't get me started.

But you forget about the stinky diapers, and you look beyond the sleep loss, cause the rewards far outweigh the hardships. Our son smiles now. The real ones. They are priceless.

So even through all the gray clouds of dishevelment and disorder, it's still always a happy time cause I have my son shine.