Carnivale

So, tonight is Carnivale...which also means that tonight is the first night we are leaving Colt for any period of time. I'm excited about Carnivale--it's always so much fun--but not so excited to leave my baby. Actually, I'm a little sad. I know he will be okay with Grammy, but still...it's the point. He's only two weeks old...Anyway, don't want to think about it or I may start to cry.

I think Colt is growing. Thursday, and Friday he was wanting to eat every two hours, which is great for him...not so much for me. I don't think I'd felt quite so much like a momma cow until the past couple of days. Last night we got back on our every three hour routine and today we are still doing every three hours. I know two compared to three doesn't seem like much, but when it involves popping out your boob and letting a baby gnaw on it...that one hour makes a world of difference!!!