Is he a good baby?

Someone asked me that the other day and it struck me as odd.  Even odder was my response.  I paused... and started in on my "we make fussy babies" speech.  Later it dawned on me.  Of course he's a good baby.  Are there really bad babies?  And over the past month or two, since spending some time at my parents' house and really figuring out his rhythm, he's become a great baby.  Only it's not Vaughn that has changed, it's me!  I've learned his cues, watched his patterns emerge, realized he needs a little help to settle down for a nap, perfected the swaddle.


So instead of asking someone if their baby is good, maybe ask if they've figured each other out yet.  Because I've finally got this boy's number, and it's made all the difference.  I feel like a good mommy.


Makes me wonder if it just took me longer to get to know Greyson, being new at the whole motherhood thing.  Or maybe my memory is flawed and we had settled into things by this stage, too.  I'm just thankful I've learned so much in the 3 1/2 months since I met Vaughn.  We make quite a team.