You would think that an hour of so like this would free up the brain for things like reading or writing at the very least. Not.
On the contrary, holding a sleeping baby in your lap is some kind of powerful sedative. You can't fall asleep lest the little guy rolls away, but relaxation is total.
Charlie turned four months old on the first of the month and he has discovered the magic of vocal communication. He warbles, chuckles, chortles, laughs, and will scream himself purple for thirty seconds only to look into my face with wide eyes, grin like a fool as if to say "Psych Nana!" and then laugh himself to hiccups.
The cold that troubled him lightly for a day has kicked my ass for a full week.