Wrong parent

I was waking from my nap, still a bit groggy, and realized that I was really hungry. So, naturally, I started foraging for food. That’s when I heard Daddy’s voice say, “Wrong breast, buddy.” Oops! Wrong parent.

Bored

I ran out of things to do. I slept, I cried, I nursed, I peed, I pooped, I hiccuped, I smiled, I stared off into the distance, and I flailed my arms and legs. What else is there to do for a baby? Bored.

Daddy bed

Now this is nice. I’m not to fond of my crib sometimes, but I love my Daddy bed. So comfy and warm. It even comes with its own soothing white noise rhythm machine. The top of my Daddy bed is a bit prickly, but other than that, this is so comfortable.