I hit it!

The JACKPOT, actually -- not rock bottom! (Come on now, have a little faith in the new mom!) Not only is Nate a great husband, but he's a wonderful father. Not that I had any doubts, but he truly is smitten (Did I just use that word? I need to get out of the freakin house!) with his baby boy. He readily changes Carson's diaper, feeds him (more on this in a bit), puts him in his car seat, comforts him, gets him to sleep, etc. - need I go on? CHA-CHING!

Formula is my new BFF! Carson is a 100% formula fed baby and is loving every minute of it. He is no longer a starving, screaming baby, which means mom and dad are now enjoying quality time with their little angel. If I had only known his "at the top of his lungs" screams were due to an empty belly.......I would behave the same way if someone told me I couldn't eat white queso dip and drink Starbucks lattes, but rather had to survive on bread and water. Poor, baby - who can blame him for his behavior?! Thank goodness for formula. CHA-CHING!

And how is it that I have enough energy to blog right now? I slept 5 hours last night! Carson's jaundice is a thing of the past and he's off of the bilirubin bed. He was up twice to feed and another time or two to fuss, but nothing major. CHA-CHING!

Now, who's up for some Mexican food and margs? I can drink them now, you know.