the good baby

My neighbor stopped by one afternoon to bring us a baby gift. I showed her the baby as a reward. After the obligatory gasps and "oh-how-cutes", she asked "Is he a good baby?"

I find this odd, but many people ask this question.

What, I ask you, is a bad baby?

Apparently, from what I have gathered, a good baby is a baby who sleeps and does not cry too much. That would mean that there are approximately seven good babies out there in the world at any given time. Now, as babies are known for crying and not sleeping, it would seem that a baby who does not excel at not sleeping and does not cry too much is actually a bad baby, not a good one.

We think Finn is a good baby. Even when he barfs down my cleavage. Or my back. Or my sleeve. Even when he flails at the breast and whacks himself in the face repeatedly. Even when he claws a bright, red scratch down my chest. He's still a good baby because those are all things babies do. And he's our baby.

Does he sleep? Like, for a long stretch of time, at night?

HAHAHAHA!!

*ahem*

That would be "no."

He's a high need nighttime baby. He does not like to be wet, he likes to be near us, and he likes to eat often. There's not much we can do about it. Today, he is five months old and almost two months adjusted. We think he's in the 10-11 pound rage; we'll find out at his next doctor appointment next week. He's a big, giant baby, to us, but he's still a wee man.