The Parents Strike Back

As I rolled out of bed this morning - prompted by my new alarm clock and his industrial-strength vocal chords - and surveyed the scene, I became alarmed. It looked like the Navy SEALS had held a training session in our living room. What had my darling wife been doing with our precious son?

I'm not sure the picture does it justice so let me provide a quick overview (bear in mind our cleaning lady came yesterday afternoon):

- 3 spent baby bottles

- 1 noisemaker

- various tools including allen wrench and screwdriver

- 10 couch cushions strewn about

- 1 book "What to Expect When You're Expecting"

- 1 container of crushed red pepper

- 1 draft promissory note

- 1 burp cloth, heavily soiled

- 1 camera

- 2 water bottles, both empty

- 1 baby sock

Despite how it looked, however, we made big progress in our second night on our own as parents (albeit, starting from a low base). Our new system worked - both mommy and daddy were able to get some sleep and Owen seemed relatively happy with our performance.

Here is a picture of the reinvigorated parents this morning.

And proof of their success.