Full time job

I never thought being a mom is a full-time job. It doesn't matter that I now have two nannies to help me out, raising Anton has definitely taken-up most of my time. To think he's a good baby -- the only time I had a hard time putting him to sleep was in his first day at home. Today, thanks to the genius of nanny #1, he's actually following a sleeping pattern: A warm bath, a good night kiss, a bedtime story and a pacifier. He conks out pretty fast.

At the end of the day however, even when I'm all tired from work, seeing how peaceful and healthy he is just makes me think there's no other place I'd rather be.

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Did I mention my kid's gorgeous? Not to brag about it, but I really believe that he is, gorgeous enough that I'm beginning to believe he looks nothing like his dad and I. Sometimes I feel like giving myself a pat on the back for a job well done.

Everyone who sees him, whether people we know or strangers at the mall always seem to say that he'll make girls cry someday. I hope he does (but not too much). Hehe.

When I'm with him, I sometimes feel like his nanny#3.

I'm beginning to sound like a stage mom, aren't I?

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With nanny#3...