All Pooped Out & Nowhere to Run

So Nolan just celebrated his 1 week birthday yesterday in style - by throwing a poop and pee party in the wee hours. At one point I looked around and realized we were standing in a puddle of infant ick. Nolan was quite pleased with his great aim at getting daddy with a swivel of the hips usually reserved for salsa competitions, while simultaneously disturbed by the freak outs accompanying his diaper change.

As I whisked our traumatized son into my arms for a post-change feeding, Jeremy and I looked at each other and just started to laugh. Hysterically. Everything is funny when life is this insane.

Yes, the Baby Cave is tough. It's so friggin hard. But it's also humorous - we are making comedic gold while he makes Olympian poops (as we speak its 2am and we are about to change his diaper for the third time in a row). P.s. Thank god my sense of smell is back to normal or I might not make it to his toddler years .

This little guy is so adorable. They make them that way so you don't run for the hills when the going gets tough. Sorry Billy Ocean, the tough ain't goin anywhere!