My busy life has been reduced to a very simple life: I either sleep, eat or feed. We have already established that Joaquin is a no non-sense Barracuda eater. He is so aggressive when it comes to feeding time. He lurches his neck like a rattle snake and launches forward with his mouth (which has no teeth but can hurt you like Jaws). Even so, I still savor every moment spent with him even if it is just lying next to him like a cow being milked.
Joaquin is already spoiled with so many people around to hold him and play with him. We are trying to wean him from being held to sleep (mostly because Dadu cannot resist Joaquin's cuteness). I cannot really hold him when he is awake since the minute he smells me, he goes into hunger mode and starts looking for food (even if he has just been fed). I have been really strict with Dadu to make sure Joaquin does not get spoiled (my grandma says two kinds of people can get spoiled easily: new babies or new daughter-in-laws) and we need to set the rules (thanks to Marg who gave us our first Gina Ford book). But last night when he fell asleep next to me after feeding and I held him up to put him back to his basket, I hesitated many times. He looked so calm and peaceful and cute in my arms and how could I not want to hold him?
I guess that's why Dadu always cannot resist holding him and often ends up falling asleep with him together...(Doesn't Joaquin look a bit like Crayon Shin-chan?)
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