Our precious baby was born hairy, he had hair on his ears, hair on his forehead, and hair in his back which caused us to nickname him "monkey". Now that we've had 3 1/2 weeks with our child, we have come up with a name that more suits his personality: wildcat!
This kid gets on the breast and starts growling and hissing, scratching and hitting. He grunts and kicks and basically beats me up like a little wildcat. It's enough to crack me up in the middle of the night when I'm sleep deprived and delirious.
Bill attempting to "swaddle" Cassie, our first wildcat. Speaking of cats, last night we noticed our older cat Bree Bree was meowing to be fed. We both looked over at her and she was swaying back and forth like she was about to fall over. Bill said "Your cat is going to drop dead one of these days, there won't be any long build up, she'll just fall over and die." Wouldn't that be freaky?
I better go before the wildcat stirs. His daddy just left for the store so I have to manage him on my own while he's gone. Pray for me!