- 2 weeks and 5 days: The point of motherhood wherein I figured out how to put on one of those 50-foot-long baby wraps effectively, left the house TWICE wearing the baby, and decided that, under certain conditions, it is actually acceptable for a grown-ass woman to wear slippers as shoes out in the world.
- That night: Between the hours of 9pm and 9am, my baby demanded to be fed an average of once an hour. From my body.
- 2 weeks and 6 days: The point of motherhood wherein I decided that shirts are, at best, optional.
Here is me doing my impression of a Competent Mother:
Here is Daisy Mae demonstrating that her favorite spot is still In My Lap, On The Baby:
In case you were wondering.