Wait! Did I just move?

Those first months continued being what I had expected it to be. My baby was delightful. A model baby. He ate well and slept when he should. He slept through most of the night by 5 weeks, and when he was 3 months old he slept through the entire night and more.

I, naturally, attributed this to my excellent parenting.

I bathed him and changed him to my heart’s content, put him in cloth diapers, potty trained him, wore him in a baby wrap and watched him smile his loveliest smile.

His only problem was not pooping regularly…as in sometimes not for 10 days. But fine. Minor bump.

This was awesome! So awesome, in fact, that when he was 5 months old we figured we should have us another one of those babies. And so by the time hew as 6 months there were, once more, 2 pink lines.

Around this time, Abel changed from smiling-sleeping-lying down baby into a fervent crawler. ?He had no interrest whatsoever in sitting down. He didn’t think it was any sort of good idea to sit beside me while I sewed, baked, cooked or gardened. He wanted to sew with me, rol in the mud, and sit in the cooking pots.

And his opinion on a playpen was that it was something that is used to torture babies.

And also around that time, I did a remarkable discovery. I discovered that not only did I get?to have this baby all the time, I HAD to have this baby all the time.

It started dawning on?me that I might not be taking a trip to this place, I was here to stay!

I was trapped, and for the rest of my life no less!

And I was going to have me another one of those babies!!! I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet.

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