Seriously.

Since I decided to calm down and stop reading the books, things have improved vastly. When Josh cries, I put it into context (he's not telling me he hates me, he's telling me he's tired) and sometimes, I even laugh because his bottom lip will come sticking right out and he'll look like a caricature.

I totally want to enjoy these precious days of staying at home and getting to know my baby. He's got such a great personality.

Last night, I stripped Josh down in preparation for a bath and he was delighted! David was getting his tub ready and I was sitting on the toilet with him standing on my lap, singing and making faces with him. Suddenly, he peed all over me. ALL OVER ME. Somehow, my tiny little son figured out how to store litres and litres of urine inside his bladder and waited for just the right moment to uncork it. I was laughing so hard I almost couldn't hold on to him... and then Josh did the best thing ever: he laughed too! He laughed so hard he was yelling! What a difference around here lately.

I love him. I'll keep him. He's magic.