Spending my days caring for a newborn causes a lot of random thoughts to cross my brain. For example:
Moana is So.Much.Cuter. when I've had adequate sleep. Yesterday I didn't have enough sleep. I walked around like a zombie all day and had thoughts like, "You're not as cute as you think you are." Then this morning I woke up (after a much better night) and now I once again believe that even with her baby acne she's the most precious thing on the planet.
Speaking of baby acne, I'm having instinctual urges to pop her little zits. They pretty much cover her cheeks now. It's a good thing I don't have longer nails.
What if we all acted like newborns and just screamed bloody murder until we got what we wanted? Seriously. Imagine, if, from the moment you felt your first hunger pangs, you just screamed out from the top of your lungs until someone brought you food. What would the world be like??
How bored would you be eating the same thing all the time? Babies are champs for not rebelling from the monotony of their meals.
Although I guess the monotony is broken up when Mama eats something like spicy curry with broccoli for dinner. It's like all hell breaks loose when that happens. Sorry Moana. I won't do that again until we're done breast feeding.