Now that there is a baby in the house, some days are filled with chaos.  If the baby is crying it just makes anything else going on, seem even more dramatic.  The baby crying, with the phone ringing, and the dog barking…

Recently my neighbor stopped by with some cake they had left over from a birthday celebration.  Just as she knocked on the door, the dogs went crazy, I was on the phone and Max started crying.  When I answered the door, my hair was probably a mess and baby-spit up all over my shirt.  No, I didn’t invite her in.  If I had, she probably would have run for the hills.

But then there are times when all seems right.  When everything is calm.  The tone is really up to the baby.  If baby is happy.  Everyone at home is happy.