Learning Curve, Schmurning Curve

Everyone says there's a learning curve to new babies. I say BAH to that! Each time we think we've figured something out about Micah David, we often find out we're wrong. It's frustratingly humbling.

Oh, scratching his ear means he's tired. Nope, it means he's got chicken pox IN his ears. He loves to sleep on his side. Nope, he loves mommy to sleep on her side with the ERGO on and him in it.

I even get his clothing size wrong half the time and have to change him to find what fits. This REALLY makes him angry. So then I pick him up half naked and he begins to laugh and scratch victorious. Silly mommy.

And I've cleaned up more doodoo from my bathtub this week than I'd care to admit to.

Three cheers for chicken pox, teething, and blow-out diapers!

God is really keeping us on our toes and on the low rung of the super-parent ladder! This is a good thing ;0)

So, here's what we HAVE learned and are really thankful for.

• Micah LOVES to eat, mostly anything including broccoli, mandarin oranges, bread, rice, and soup. His diaper, however, does not love all of these things.
• Micah HATES to sleep lying down. Rather, he'd prefer to be in the ERGO carrier all night long while Mommy learns how to sleep standing up and sway at the same time. Hopefully this is just while he's sick.
• Micah LOVES Griffin Dog. Griffin Dog LOVES Micah's diapers. Yum.
• Micah HATES to have his nose wiped, his bottom wiped, anything wiped. He's prefer to be dirty, crusty, and smelly. Mommy, the neat Nazi, HATES this. Again, God has a sense of humor.
• Micah LOVES all things plastic and noisy including plastic bags, wet wipes, cereal bags with the cereal in them, etc. He especially loves to dump out all of the cereal onto the floor then eat the bag.
• Micah HATES being fed from a spoon. He does, however, LOVE to smack the spoon out of your hand and send various foods flying. This always produces a toothy grin.
• Micah LOVES his new family and we ADORE him (well, Mommy and Daddy do, jury is still out for Devon Michael ;0)

We're also learning quite a bit about ourselves during this transition.

• Parenting is about self-sacrifice (duh, but it takes on a whole new meaning when you are going to the bathroom with a child strapped to your chest.)
• It is possible to sleep 3 hours, standing up, rocking side to side and still function the next day. Don't ask me to do long division though.
• It is possible to have a filthy house and filthy children and not burst into flames.
• Even after your four year old smears poop on your bed and draws all over your couch cushions, you will still love him and only want to kill him for a moment or two.
• Four year olds eventually do warm up to little brothers, even if they make it their mission to hide all precious toys, candy, and noodles (Devon really loves noodles!)
• You can love two children equally without sacrificing one for the other.
• Nice, neat, clean life is over. Messy, filthy, chaotic life has begun.
• We love our new life, mess, poop, pox and all!