The perfect storm

So a few things have been happening over the course of the last few days that have made life so completely different and enjoyable.

First, Cohen is sleeping 8 hours straight each night so I'm feeling more rested than I have in a long time. Now if only he could get up and fix himself his own breakfast.

Second, the weather has become nice and we are out walking every day which is good for both of us.

Third, Cohen is now taking half of a Prilosec every day (mixed with a little gripe water) for acid reflux and can I tell you he is a different baby because of it. He doesn't spit up half of his food anymore and he's not as fussy and impossible to feed as he was even a week ago. I hope this means he'll plump up even more now that his food is staying in him. I do love myself a fat baby.

Finally, I'm now viewing Cohen as the helpless baby that he is. For the last 11 weeks I've seen him as being out to get me, not a helpless baby who needs me. I consider myself to be pretty independent and I think I was expecting him to be independent too. Yes, I've mentioned in previous posts that I think I've gone crazy and this is one of the crazy thoughts I had. But now that I'm seeing him differently, it's made all the difference.

So while there is no Mark Whalberg or George Clooney in our perfect storm, it's still an enjoyable ride and one that's getting better each and every day, especially now that Cohen is laughing all the time (the little weirdo was in his swing this morning all by himself just laughing away...at what, we have no idea. He's got his own inside jokes with the table and lamp I suppose).