People love giving advice and Mary (that's me) loves taking it.
When Evan was a baby we were living in China and people would tell us that if we wanted Evan's head to be handsomely flat, we should make him sleep on a board. Too bad it didn't work though, stinking liars.
When Meici was born it was the dead of winter so I mostly stayed home. I got a lot of TV advice though, and ended up buying a magic bullet, an ab rocket and a couple cans of spray on hair.
This time around people keep telling me that I need to "sleep when the baby sleeps." This is a tough one because the baby sleeps like 20 hours a day and I can only manage 17 hours, 18 tops, before I just have to get up and do something.
What baby you ask?
That's right, I haven't introduced you to him.
With all the sleep a new baby brings there's not much time left for blogging.
So... after three months of pushing, here he is:
His name is Oliver and his neck folds smell like a caesar salad.