Shhh, don't whine

A funny thing happened a few months ago, mommy's belly got a lot smaller and our house got a lot louder. Not like, the house starting making noise, like this one little thing* started making a lot of noise. A lot. (*Thing will be referred to as Mr.Pricklepants...otherwise known as our son!)

See, mom had our baby back in December (which is why its been so long since I've posted anything on here...apparently I can't do it by myself, hu. Go figure, right?) And while somethings remained the same, others have changed, quite a bit actually. I'm starting to understand why we watched Lady and the Tramp everyday in November...seems mom was trying to prep me. Again I say, hu.

Its not that I don't like Mr.Pricklepants, in fact, we get along swimmingly. He cries, I whine. We speak the same language. Although, there have been some game changers which I'd like to complain about.

Specifically, when did it become ok to throw up in the house? Everyone runs to help Mr.Pricklepants, but I puke? "OUTSIDE!". Pretty sure we shouldn't change the rules on that one guys. Just sayin.

Also, he farts and everyone gets all googly eyed- "oooh, that was a big one!". I fart, "Ohhhh, that's groooooooooss!" If the rules are the rules, why do we bend them for this little prickly person? Again, just sayin.

But I will say, I've gotten used to the crying. Thankfully he doesn't do it that often...and it seems, based on my powers of observation, mommy doesn't like it when he cries and I whine on top of his noise. Daddy says mommy is "over worked" and a little "on edge" so it would be best to "shhh, don't whine"