But now came my boy Z, who seemed to have jived with his daddy's shift in the office. Guess what? We're up at 1, sometimes 3 am just wrestling each other around. Oh, Z's just 17 days old now. He can't wrestle me that bad. Well, altleast for now. ( Thank goodness. ) I may have been so lucky Z's not a cry baby. He could have absorbed his dad's words of not crying his lungs out. He could have listened attentively. And he's adorably cute sucking on his milk bottle with his pouty little lips I just so love.
My journey is just on its onset. There's a lot to come I know. And I am in anticipation. I am up to the challenge. For Z, I can cool off with my sleeping habits. I have been trying. :)
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