- Changing my shirt in the middle of night because Widget vomited down the inside of my bra
- Doing everything one-handed because Widget does not like being alone
- Having massive (for me) boobs that aren’t as much fun as I’d hoped. I blame thrush.
- Having moments when I can’t console him, his face is the color of steak, and I wonder what I’m doing wrong as a mother
- The hilarious cranky faces Widget makes
- Drool all over me, ALL the time. Seriously. All the time.
- How difficult baby nails are to cut and how desperate I’d be for the Claws of Pain to let go of my neck skin
- How much Widget’s smile looks like my Daddy’s