After two days of constant feeding, I'm willing to admit that perhaps Spud is in a growth spurt. Last night I actually ran out of milk. The dreaded "F" word* was used. Dismissed, but used nonetheless. He wouldnt stop screaming and nothing I did made any difference. Monkey Boy comes in to the bedroom and puts Spud over his shoulder and he stops screaming. Like Magic. Monkey Magic. I'm trying to not take it personally.
Today we are having lunch with the in-laws. All of them. Sisters, partners, parents and grandparents. This will be the first time the entire Monkey Boy Clan has been together in several years. After the rift that occured prior to our wedding, I'm so pleased that a little bundle of cuteness has managed to bring everyone together. I'm sure that Monkey-Mamma will be getting what she wants most for her Mothers' Day.
Most certainly I've got what I wanted most: