Deliriously in Love
I was delirious. I had an ice pack in my undies. But I was in love with this egg-headed, flaky-skinned guy. When Rollie developed a raging case of cradle cap at 2 weeks, even that didn't crush my crush. He was a stunner despite the scales. And then there was the baby acne. My son looked like he could have been Proactiv's first newborn spokesman, but I didn't care. I proudly presented him to anyone who would peek inside his stroller.
Dressing my little man was so much fun! I spent more time choosing Rollie's outfits than I'd ever spent on my own. If he spit up on a bodysuit, it was a perfect excuse to put him in another, even cuter one. Rollie was my doll, though he was a bit scratched. Did I mention that his fingernails were always finding his face? I tried everything to keep him from roughing up his skin, but he hated to be swaddled, and mittens made him wail in frustration. No matter how short I kept his nails, he woke from naps with red lines. You'd have thought he shared his crib with a couple of feral cats.