I am so proud of that man. In four days of being a father he has learned to change diapers, soothe his child, swaddle him, and eat with one hand while holding him.
August was a very, very good baby while he was here. He did all the right things. He nursed, he slept, he pooped, he peed, he hiccuped, he yawned, he looked around a lot, he listened attentively when we talked to him. And he did not spit up one time!
His eyes are so big and so dark. He's going to have his papa's brown eyes for sure.
I love talking to him, singing to him. He just opens those big dark eyes and looks right at me.
"I love you," I tell him, and then I can't help myself. I kiss those lips. Very, very softly. I kiss his head, I kiss his hands, I kiss his feet.
I am his slave.
I try to leave the room to let him and his mama rest and it's almost impossible to pull myself away and before I can even think, my feet have turned me around and I'm kissing his head again.
Here's the little family.
And they take perfect care of him.
I am blissed out and ready for bed. Where this wildcat never sleeps with us any more.
I do not know what's come over her but she's been in fights. Her face is messed up and both of her ears have scabbed tips. A spayed female cat who goes out and gets in fights every night? What the hell? I've been putting Neosporin all over her face and ears and she'll be fine but damn! She needs to give up the fighting and get back into the bed with her humans where she is safe. It's supposed to get chilly tonight so maybe she will.
May we all sleep peacefully tonight. Have good dreams and stay out of fights. Make love, not war.