we took him camping. we hauled diapers, footed jammies, 568 onesies. a pack and play, a bouncer. i nursed him on beaches, in tents, while sitting in those really uncomfy folding chairs that are for some reason quite popular. jeremy walked and bounced him for hours in 95 degree weather. i entertained him, in the dark, quietly, during the fine hours of 3-5 a.m., while the rest of the family slept soundly beside me. 

he rewarded these dedicated efforts with the first real, true grins of babyhood. oh my cuteness. 

a fine trade off, if i do say so myself.  

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