One could find that kind of monotony boring, but I’ve found a way around that. See, just before boy eats at 11pm, we get into bed and watch Family Guy together. If that’s not on, we just watch whatever is on… the other night it was Fast Times and Ridgemont High. Just after his 9am feeding, we usually go to the gym and walk a few miles. Well, I walk a few miles and he either gets pushed in a stroller or bounces along while strapped to my chest (an extra tough workout for me, let me tell you).
Having a baby his age is partly like having an accessory that needs lots of attention and partly like having a buddy around all the time. He laughs at my jokes, he sleeps when I’m sleepy (we’re lucky on that one), and he wins over all my friends. Nice.
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