A baby can’t read, write, or speak. Can’t offer an opinion on anything, feed, clothe himself, or wipe his own butt. Yet, his presence can turn lives upside down, make family around the country send gifts, call constantly, and garner many likes on Facebook.
One has to face facts; our baby Prince possesses complete domestic control. He alone determines if we can go shopping or out for breakfast.
There are times when we feel like baby Francesco has ESP or some other psychic power. He always knows when we are trying to eat. Although I have varied our dinner time around his feeding/sleeping pattern, he seems to know what we’re doing. Moreover, it goes beyond dinner. He also can detect those times when mommy and daddy need some quiet cuddle time on the couch. Now a 90 minute movie takes three or four evenings to complete.
We have lost sleep, spent thousands of dollars, and I have exhausted myself doing renovations. Our little tyke wields more power than Darth Vader and General Patton combined.
However, his cute little smile makes everything worthwhile.
2 thoughts on “The Power of a Baby”
For such small bundles, they do disrupt lives on a huge scale. I’ve had three of them, and my life has not been the same since the first arrived.
Three children means that you deserve a big medal:-)