It seems like a lot in a short life span, doesn't it? Things progressed pretty quickly for Andy and I, and that's OK. It's not really the point of this post, but it's my round about way of getting to the point. We were together 8 months before he asked me to marry him. And it wasn't really phrased that way, it was more like "Will you marry me and shit." My man sure is a romantic. Anyways, 2 years later we were married and a month after being married, I was pregnant. Throughout the pregnancy, people were telling us how hard it was and how we were in for a rude awakening and such, but really... Sam (our son) is pretty fantastic. He makes our lives easy, hardly ever fusses, when he's asleep the kid is ASLEEP. Nothing wakes him, not even our 70lbs Aussie who has the biggest, booming bark I've ever heard. The vacuum doesn't bother him, me singing off key and super loudly to Cross Canadian Ragweed and Garth Brooks doesn't bother him (and that's probably more annoying that Ruger) doesn't even wake him up. It might KEEP him awake, but that's another blog post about how I can't sing.
The only thing that we've come across that is awful is that we've essentially become slaves. For example... (These are funnier if you read them in the voice of an outraged Brit.)
"Slave! Get this animal away from me! She stinks and she is trying to eat my blankie!"
"Leave me be, slave! I wish to have alone time with Grammie!"
"Oh, your dinner arrived? Too bad! Feed me, slave!!!"
"Slave, rub my feet on this chunk of marble! I wish to have good luck!"
(For those of you who don't know, this is in the Capitol building in DC. It's the geographical center of DC and its good luck to rub your foot on this chunk of marble)
(For those of you who don't know, this is in the Capitol building in DC. It's the geographical center of DC and its good luck to rub your foot on this chunk of marble)
"Slave, I do believe I just left you a present in my pantaloons! Change it! Muhahahaha!!!"
"No more pictures, Slave! I grow wary of you posting me to the Book of Faces!"
"Just kidding, here is my duck face! Post it, Slave!"
"I am not amused by your shenanigans, Slave."
You get the idea.
But at the end of the day, being a parent is only as difficult as you make it. I'm sure it will change once the Slave Driver is more mobile, but we'll just the hurdle when it throws it's self in our path! Until then...
"Move the toys, Slave! I wish to be entertained!!"
