It's all True...

...The sleepless nights, the poop, the pee, the crying, the fussing, the cuddles, the sore nipples (mine, not his), the poop, the hiccups, the poop, the crying - it's all true. He is still super cute (at times) and is coming along with some basic eye contact skills, but I really love catching tiny glimpses of a smile. Yes, it's probably gas but I don't care - I'll take it. It's the only thing keeping me going in this sleep-deprived and hormonal state at this point.

Some snippits from the quote log this past week:

After realizing Landon was breech and my time spent in labor at home was ultimately futile:

Nurse: Well you should have just come in sooner and saved yourself a few extra hours of unnecessary labor.

Kate: *Glare*

After using diaper cream for the first time (and liberally):

Erik: "Landon, you have enough butt paste on you to paste 8 butts together."

While we were roto-rootering our son with a thermometer to stimulate a bowel movement over the weekend:

Erik : "Maybe we should put on some soothing music or something for him."

Kate: "I don't want him to have a complex about Jack Johnson for the rest of his life."

Peace and diaper grease,
Kate