I've caught myself giving a disappointed sigh when the baby stirs or I hear my 3yo coming to ask me one of his questions that he's asked a million times previously the same day.
The baby refuses a pacifier, and when he's screaming in the car and I can't pull over and he starts REALLY getting worked up, I sigh to myself, "Oh brother, here we go...."

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Cloth diapers temporarily went out the window weeks ago.
I sleep in the recliner chair almost on a regular basis. A few nights when I tried sleeping in bed, he spit up and I find it so disgusting that i just moved to the chair where he sits sort of reclined and rarely spits up.
Which is where I was last night when I dropped him.
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He's used to me "sternly" talking to him about fussing. He gave me his first huge smile when, after he screamed all the way home from picking my husband up from work (about 5 mins away), I took him out, and he calmed right down, went into the house and picked him up and we looked face to face, and I ask him, "Izzy. Why on EARTH are you ALWAYS fussing!?" He looked at me and gave a huge smirk that gave way to a gigantic smile. Like he knew exactly what he was doing. I felt like I had just got punk'd.
He had his first bath in seven weeks since the hospital last night.
I'm REALLY resenting his issues with dairy right now. Geez, what in the world am I supposed to do with the 16 boxes of WIC Lactose Free milk I have in the fridge?
When he was first born, I thought his nose was weird, with the little yellowish whiteheads on it, and that it was sort of big and wide and look like a miniature image of my husban's nose. I thought it was weird how his fingernails curved over his fingers. He has two little bumps on his gums where his bottom two front teeth will be one day that were kinda weird. He has many of the weirdities and oddities that my husband has and I think, gosh, he didn't get that from me.

: Including the very large frame, and the pounds he packs on, and my husband's giant feet.
I'm sure there is more, but I'm either too embarrassed to put it, or can't remember it all.
Oh! And sometimes if my kids are in pajamas and I gotta go somewhere, I just throw coats over them and go, especially the baby who hates, nay, DETESTS being dressed.
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