It hasn't been that long, really. My Little Guy is now three and a half so it really was only a short time ago when he was brand new. But now I have a Little Girl and I'm reminded of that very precious truth:

Babies are little poop machines.

Wow! It seems like I spent all my time off from work changing diapers. I'd rather change diapers than work, don't get me wrong, but at least work is generally confined between the hours of 8am and 5pm whereas changing diapers can - and does - occur any hour of the day or night.

The first night was the worst. In the span of 2 hours around 3am the Little Girl went through diapers, clothes, and my PJ's a few times over due to fluids exploding out one end or the other. What? You've never experienced a newborn baby? Think of a tube, say 6 inches in diameter and about 20 inches long and fill it with Jell-o. You have a 50-50 shot as to which end the contents will come out. Maybe both at once.  Who knows?

That's a newborn.

She's over that now, thankfully, and of course I exaggerate. At 3 am, however, that description seems too close to the truth. Now she'll sleep most of the night and wake up only once to feed (sounds like a vampire, doesn't it? Or a Zombie.)

Some people say they just love little babies. I think those people are nuts. Give me a child at least a few months old to where their systems have adjusted to their new environment and have begone developing a personality. Those are fun.

I love my baby and wouldn't trade her for the world but I'll be happier and more restful in a couple of weeks.

Oops! Time for another changing.