This little guy has been home for nearly 3 weeks now and the pugs still don't know what to think of him. Every time he cries, Lucy the pug looks at me with a face that can only say, "Mom! Do something! Ack! Make it stop!" It is really quite funny. They think he is absolutely fascinating (although sometimes when Abbey looks at him I think she is mistaking him for something to eat.)
We had P in his bouncer (which has been his favorite thing the last 2 days for reasons I can't figure out) and Lucy came over to inspect him. First she put her head on the chair, which I think felt good since it vibrates:
Sorry bout the not-so-hot pictures!
And then she spent about 25 minutes trying to figure her way around the pug blockers I had put up.
We are trying to pretend we are back to "normal" around here. Last night we got P to sleep in two 5 hour chunks, which is one of the best nights we've had so far. Although, his crib has become a laundry containment system since he refuses to sleep in it.
Mr Danger went back to work today for a half-day shift, which leaves me by myself with P for the first time right now. I am not so sure how I feel about that, but I guess he has to go back at some point! And, it has definitely calmed down a bit and doesn't seem as overwhelming as it did a week ago. Every day I feel a little bit better, but having the c-section has really seemed to knock me out for longer than I was expecting. The worst part is between the lack of sleep, hormones, new baby, and the pain meds I was taking, my pregnant brain has turned into a vacant puddle of goo and I have no brain at all left. I've still got my fingers crossed that it will come back some day. I have started carrying around a note pad to write things down on because otherwise I can't remember a thing.
I am back to work knitting this week so I am off to get a few stitches in while P is still asleep!
