Kangaroos, Dogs, and Answered Prayers.

We are so excited about all that has gone on the past few days.  Baby Ben slept 4 straight hours last night, thanks to the absolutely unquantifiable help of Brenda, Jacq’s mom.  We are doing great, though, relaxing when Ben relaxes, and bouncing him back to relaxation (both the old-fashioned way as well as with the HD-BS.)

Our dog Loretta (as in Loretta Lynn, but in no way insinuating that Loretta Lynn is in any way similar to our dog.  At least I hope Loretta Lynn doesn’t ever pee on my couch… but if she did I could probably get something for it on Ebay… I digress) has had a great time getting to know little Ben.  From time to time ‘Retta will come over and sniff little Ben, and decide to take a nap nearby.

The other animal in our life these days is the kangaroo.  Not literally, so much, as that would smell up the house and cost a lot of money that we don’t have.  We have figurative kangaroos all over the place, in the form of “kangaroo care.”  Kangaroo Care is laying skin to skin with the baby (don’t forget the diaper for him, or you end up with kangaroo droppings on you…).

Kangaroo care is the greatest thing since sliced bread, if you ask a certain segment of the population.  Portions of this segment of the population also contend for things like militant recycling, bio-diesel only, and making your own clothes out of hemp only, so we have to sort out carefully what we will and will not take away from this particular kangaroo.  But it is a great way to take a nap when holding a napping child.  And it supposedly has some great health benefits both for mom and baby.  So we are doing it as often as possible.