Babies, they can grow on you.

Well, they have grown on me, anyways.

Isn't he really cute and cuddly looking?
How could anyone just leave him in that chair all by himself?
Such a warm, soft little snoogie bear!

Routine has changed a fair bit since Daniel has arrived. Mostly, it means I'm doing very little housework, and when I do it, it's much later in the day when Daniel is napping, and not feeding. I find that when it's my nap time (which I have extended from one hour to two hours of "down time" with a tiny bit of sleep time in there) I have a hard time resisting that cute little baby asleep in his chair.

Sometimes I pay the penalty of having woken him up--since I pick him up so I can cuddle with him while I'm resting.

I think my maternal instincts have increased. What do I mean by that? Well, let me tell you: I never used to like babies. Helpless, awkward and floppy is what they were. Give me a toddler any day. A walking, talking, cute little character for me please. One with a bit of independence. But after each birth, I have found, that my own babies aren't nearly so bad as I thought they would be...and what do you know, by the time baby number three is getting toddlerish I'm sad to see the baby gone out of him! Will wonders never cease!