Us on Thursday. That pink thing around my lap is a Boppy. I am almost as happy with that Boppy as I am with my baby. Feeding time became a thousand-fold easier once I whipped that sucker out. Thanks to Stacia, who found it appealing to her physical-therapist heart.

I told my Mom and Husband to forgive me today, but I was feeling just a touch short-tempered. Sleep schedule must be catching up with me. Everybody asks how he sleeps. Such a big deal with a new baby. Like labor, it's hard to say how it feels until YOU are dealing with it. So different for every new mom. It's the one drawback to breastfeeding: it's all me at 3am. But it's also a nice time with him, and it's something that only Mommy can do. So it's special, as well. Nap time for Mommy works on two good levels. One, I get some sleep. Two, Mom gets uninterrupted Grandma time. I think that's important, especially since she is currently scrubbing the tops of my kitchen cabinets.

Yes, the tops. The part that nobody sees.

Conversation last night.

Kevin (whispering): Jenny, your mom is standing on the counter in her socks.

Pause

Jenny (talking loud): Hey Mom, whacha doing?

Mom: Cleaning the tops of the cupboards.

Pause

Jenny: Mom, why don't you put your shoes on?

Mom: You don't want my shoes on your counter.

Jenny: Well, when you fall down and hurt yourself, it will be much easier to take you to the ER if your shoes are already on.