So, when Cooper was born I was not struck with debilitating postpartum, and life with a newborn pretty much rocked.
Now he is 7 weeks, and not sleeping round the clock like newborns do. My postpartum is creeping back. NOTHING like with Jaxon, but bad enough.
Just thought I'd keep it real.
I adore Cooper, he is the sweetest baby ever. But he's still a baby. And as it turns out, babies still freak me out.
Saturday Jaxon and I took Cooper for a walk. Our first stop was at Circle K across the street for a Slurpee for Jaxon. The manager looked at Jaxon and said,
"Hey! Where's your grandpa?"
Jaxon- "Las Vegas"
Manager- "What? He's gambling away your Slurpee Inheritance???"
Jaxon- "Tell me about it..."
I thought it was pretty funny that he totally recognized J, and knew that he gets a slurpee with Grandpa every visit!