figuring things out

Ones life takes a significant paradigm shift after a child enters the realm. I am not saying this is a bad thing, but merely a unique good thing with weird fluff and smelly stuff flitting about it. On a whole a large quantity of people advised me on the difficulty of baby raising. They described Colic fits, endless amounts of bum goodness, and weird random acts of strange. So far the whole thing has been well within the realms of normal. We do not have a colicky baby, he has even started sleeping through the night. When he fusses, there are only 3 things he wants, if you try the other two and they don't work, you put down for his nap and that is it, usually.

In fact Nicholas is so well behaved I wonder if we have a baby at all sometimes. Last night, I was working out on the treadmill, working on making the 8 pounds or so of baby love left over disappear from my gut when Nicholas started to fuss. At first I thought it was one of the cats, he was in his swing and had gotten hungry and wondered were those funny talking larger versions of himself had gone. Sometimes it takes a moment when I wake up at 5:30am in the morning, this is when Nicholas usually awakes for his num nums. Instead of crying, he begins by beating his little legs on the mattress, then he starts talking to himself...I think it goes something like this "stupid big versions of myself, don't they know I am hungry?" Then finally he gets around to making some oral fussing it is at this point it usually hits me I have a baby in the realm. The first few minutes are always like.."what is that noise?"

I keep thinking that eventually our luck will run out and the other shoe will drop and overnight he will turn into a bundle of mysterious fussiness, which I am sure will happen when someone starts teething is way toward great realms of pizza, tater tots, and sugar drenched cereals. Or maybe our luck will run out when he hits his teens and runs off to Minneapolis to play in a rock band? No matter what our little Boo Boo does, we will be proud of him! I have told him over and over, whatever he does, make sure he does it well and it is proud of his work. Then I pause and consider history and all the men who did rather rotten things and were proud of their work...oh crap I think...