07.23.08 :: 6:10 pm

last night we were the cliche of two sleep-deprived parents driving their infant aimlessly around in the car in the hopes that he will eventually sleep.

It was actually quite a nice drive, with the summer night breeze cooling us off and the desolate streets making it seem we were the last people on earth.

Dare I say it was downright romantic. Once Oliver passed out, that is.

Two weeks into the parenting gig and I don't really feel as if I'm parenting at all. It's just round the clock diaper changes and feedings and comforting. No big decisions, no punishments, no guidance yet.

But you know, even on his worst of worst nights, I look at his deep water blue eyes and feel exactly how worth it this all is.

Sleep be damned.

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