3..on poo

On saturday i went for a long awaited pedicure. Ah. Relishing the freedom of father taking son to a coffe bar, i grabed at afwul woman glossy magasnies with glee, not out of care for them but rather out of the luxury that i have the time to. Here was an hour i was going to spend free of hearing baby sounds i have to react to 24 hours since birth.My armsfelt light as feathers not carrying the little heavy weight,and my feet buzzed up effortesley on the mechanichal white leather cushion of the pedicure chair, ah so light i felt, so right too this little treat was deserved, i was a woman again not singularley a mother, when my foot zoomed into vicinity of the cosmeticians face, and i noticed that on it, on the arch, there was poo. Yup. Golden delicious yellow baby poo .

2 ..on birth

What ever people say. Giving birth is by fare more painfull than anything you will ever live trough.I do feel like giving you the greusome details just to make sure you understand , but my arm is numb, and baby is awake again. So im just going to leave it at, it took me 26 hours and a c-section, husband holding hand, and an epidural which only half worked,as in half the body felt no pain, whilst the other did, from water breaking, to baby being out. The fairy tale that tantric yoga methods of by gone days can make birth a giant orgasm or at least painless, is my dears just a fairy tale, probaley written by men.

1 on babies and beds.

There is no feeling in the world that can better the happyness of the little baby rolling from anywhere in the bed-using its exploding wriggle movement , in order to launch his little belly against my own, throw his wee legs onto mine, and place one hand on my tummy, the other between my breasts, and cheek too, at which point he opens one eye to check im still there , than close it, and flash a tooth-free smile, uber content, before falling asleap. The mothers who at week one, trained their babies to sleep in a cot and are proud about their installation of good behavour, - simpley have missed out. And people whp preech this put the baby in the cot -teach the baby manners, haven't a clue. becouse the joy is re lived each time baby repeats the motion.

Duje is sleeping with his bottom in my right palm, and head cuchioned on my breast. No other sleeping method suits today, so im going to be a good mumy and not move anypert but my left hand. ARE YOU READY? here i go.

Baby duye is arguing with a frankenstein, giraffe-horse-chiken-soft toy. The toy is singing its repeated mechanical mozart composition, and baby Duye keeps trying to start a new conversation. Getting furstrated and punching the toy, than howling to its rytham siinging along, producing all the new sounds he is learning to make, euuu, auuuu, Gu, eh, auwi,mmm. But the stupid toy does not get it. Yes he is deciding the toy is stupid and boring and the wall of the prambulator is by far more interesting making this my que to interveen. This is as much as i can write today. So loong!

Impossible to write these days. Lots i want to say. But baby is 23.5 hours in my arms. Hail to all the readers. I shall always be with you, in the style of Yoda, even when you can not read the proof.