Stranger than fiction...

I'm not quite back to a mental state where I can compose a full blog post yet. And honestly -- nothing I have to say about the first few weeks of parenthood will reflect well on me or encourage anyone to become a parent.

So it's probably best to let the fog of new parent fatigue blur my memory of the past 3 weeks before I post anything about it. Let's just say that if I ever imply that the first few weeks with a new baby aren't an order of magnitude worse than any of the existing parenting literature lets on, you should call me a f'in liar.

But, seeing as the past few weeks of our life have been dominated by trying to get food into our Theodore, this post from my buddy James is especially relevant, and hilarious, and you should be reading him every day instead of waiting for me to get my wits together enough to write regularly.

BTW -- when the lactation consultants and pediatricians say 8-12 times a day, they really mean 7, right? They're just lying when they tell you that it's possible to breastfeed a kid every two hours, when that kid takes nearly an hour to finish a feeding in the first place...