getting better

Well, I think dad and I are getting better at being parents. We are learning how to comfort you a little better and every time you cry it doesn't necessarily mean that you are hungry. Well, most of the time it does, because you are always hungry. You are growing so fast and if you don't slow down soon, then I'll have to go buy you some more clothes in bigger sizes. You are sleeping well at night and most nights you actually sleep for one five hour stint, which really helps your mom function during the day. Dad is still sleeping in the guest bedroom, because there's no need for him to get woken up every time I have to feed you at night. He still thinks you don't like him, but I think he's finally realizing that you don't just cry all the time. It's just that you aren't crazy about the evenings and usually cry for a few hours every night, which is the only time he gets to see you when he's working. That's okay though, your crying doesn't even bother your dad. You have been getting some baby acne and, of course dad talks a lot of trash about you getting your pimples from me. He enjoys calling you fun names like squirt and the bad egg (a reference to your crying being a result of a bad egg from your mom). I did give you a bath by myself two days ago which was interesting and didn't quite go as smooth as when dad helps me. I'm still taking pictures of you all the time, but that's only because it's so hard to catch all the adorable moments that I get to see every day. You are still refusing your nuk about 95% of the time, because you can sure tell the difference between the silicone and human skin. You're just too smart for our tricks!