turns out those Christians were onto something...

So it turns out that getting married with a baby is really complicated, who knew right? It was a spectacular day and I'm so happy I got to share it with my friends and family. So many people put in a little something extra to make it magic. The food was amazing, my entourage of hair and makeup were wonderful and I couldn't believe it when my friend Kate showed up via seaplane. Kudos to all those who helped with her conspiracy, it really made my day.

The following is brief survival guide to getting married with a baby:

1. Make sure to have one grandmother on hand at all times, two is better.
2. Wear a dress that you can comfortably attach a baby carrier over.
3. Plan on carrying either baby or a bouquet, not both.
4. Find an easy access dress for nursing or you will look like a contortionist while you're trying to feed your baby.
5. Do not put brightly coloured flowers in your hair, this will only encourage your baby to pull at your hair.
6. Do allow saintly relatives to take your screaming child away from you for a few minutes while you eat dinner.
7. Acknowledge that when someone says, "what a lovely dress" they are probably talking about your baby's.
8. Do not expect to be carried over the thresh hold while you are carrying baby and your husband follows behind like a dutiful Sherpa with his arms full of all of the baby's paraphernalia.
9. Do get a two room suite for your honeymoon, this will mean you can actually have a conversation after 8pm.
10. Don't let this list stop you from getting married with a baby, it is still a totally wonderful and rewarding experience.

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captain cranks

A little while back, I started referring to Leila and Captain Cranks when she would get in a mood where she needed to be constantly bounced, rocked, moved around and etc. Those times where I felt like I was doing everything I could to keep hysterics at bay, and I was just barely winning.

Right now, I feel like the Captain is winning. Leila used to fall asleep in my arms at nap time. I would bounce her or rock her and she would, after a few tears, drift off happily. But I can't do that anymore. I need new tricks. It seems like every time you figure our how to be a parent the game changes. For once, I'd like to be ahead of the curve.

Tom took the day off work today, due to a mounting concern I might throw myself off the balcony. I'm kidding by the way, but I had a rough day yesterday. I really had no idea how hard having a baby would be on the relationship. I guess I really should have since being utterly sleep deprived tends to take a toll on any relationship. It took a little while but I think we're at a place where we're working at as a team rather than as two clueless individuals. I turned to him tonight and said, "you know, I think if I was doing this with anyone else I would have killed them by now." Am I not a true romantic?