happy new year

The first day of 2005...and I just spent a good majority of the morning holding and trying to console a screaming baby. And when I say screaming, what I actually mean is SCREAMING. Happy New Year, everyone!!! Just as the hospitals are always open and police departments and fire trucks are always on alert, so are the mommies. The baby doesn't stop crying just because it's New Year's Day and the Rose Bowl Parade is on. He doesn't spare you the bloodcurdling yells even though your brother and new sister-in-law are in town for an abbreviated visit before they head back to Texas and we probably won't see them again for at least another six months. No, the baby cries and screams whenever he wants to. And the mommy is always on alert. It helps to have a thoughtful husband, though. He could have sat downstairs and devoured donuts with our guests, but instead he came upstairs and sat with us...the crying baby and weary mommy. That husband of mine is sweeter than any Krispy Kreme delicacy. In this dawning new year, I am thankful for a jewel of a husband. And that kid of his.