Yesterday was my first Mother's Day. Baby Doodle was pretty well-behaved, if that is the right term for a 6-week old's sleeping/playing/eating routine. My in-laws came over for a late lunch early dinner. We had some delicious prepared food from Whole Foods and a rich chocolate torte for dessert. Baby Doodle, with the help of Mr. Doodlebug, got me a dozen roses and a beautiful white gold locket. I'll have to get a picture of baby Doodle small enough to fit into it. Yes, Mother's Day was good.

The day after Mother's Day, today, has not been good. Baby Doodle has been cranky, crying and whining a lot. He was fussy on his changing table and when I reached for the pacifier I knocked over the breast pump that had been freshly filled with my milk. The whole 2 ounces spilled onto the floor in his room. I changed him and put him in a fresh outfit for the day, then cleaned up the milk while he cried. I brought him downstairs and placed him on a chair while I hooked up my carrier. In the 5 seconds that he was in the chair he peed through the side of his diaper, through his clean outfit and onto the livingroom chair's upholstry. It's too bad everyday isn't Mother's Day.