Taking care of a newborn is the same thing. Right now, Max's schedule dictates that he eats around 3:30am. From the sound of his first cry, for the next 30 minutes everything I do comes from muscle memory. I'm not even sure I'm awake during this time, but he gets fed, burped, changed and put back to sleep. While my body remembers and knows what to do, my brain wipes it out.
Currently, it seems like Heather and I are either feeding the kids, or cleaning. That takes up most of our day. When 2pm rolls around and it's time for Aidan's nap we're both on the couch. A reason why we're cleaning so much, is that Max likes to make a poopie when we take his diaper off. It usually comes out of nowhere and when you think he's done, it keeps coming. I'm not sure where he keeps all of it. Good times.
Aidan had a similar picture to this. Lets see if my Dad likes it as much this time around.
I think this is when we brought Max home. As you can see, Aidan was thrilled.
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Yes indeed, the picture immediately made me recall the "prophet" picture of Aidan. But Max looks like a mystic, a baby John the Baptist.
As for muscle memory, I see a new reality show. Experienced fathers of newborns competing from midnight to 6:00 AM, mostly asleep, being timed for diaper changing, feeding, and cognizant responses to inquisitive mothers asking questions in raised, excited voices from another room.
You would do well, maybe college tuition well.
Grandpa Joe
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