Two whole months have flown by and every time I turn around Desmond is bigger. We have gotten the hang of this breastfeeding thing, have gotten used to the cushy cloth diapers and have come to agree that zippers are far superior to snaps on clothes when one party involved wants to get the baby dressed, already, and the other one wants to wiggle.
Sleep, and creating a routine for sleep is the next big hurdle. I won't be going back to work for a few more weeks and though getting the fella to sleep is sometimes a challenge, Des and I are equally lazy in the morning and have shared the sofa for many a mid-morning nap. Laziness seems to be hereditary.