Big baby!

Drew is already well on his way to becoming a bona-fide man.

He gets a little cold and it's whine, whine, cry...all day long. "Hold me!" "Feed me!" "Entertain me!" "Me, me, me, me!"

I think there are certain things that veteran mothers don't tell other women about being a mom. I think they keep these things to themselves due to a fierce survival instinct - they know that mention of these...perks...would most likely cause women to forego childbearing ("uh...hell, no, I'm not doing that) which would thus eventually lead to a complete extinction of the human race.

One of these little secrets involves the massive amount of puke in which you, as a mom, will find yourself swimming on a daily basis.

You will discover the Mark of the Mom - an indelible vomit stain on the shoulder of every shirt that you own. You will experience the indescribable feeling of having throw-up in your hair, in your bra and trickling down your back. You will constantly exude an odor of sour milk.

When I was a mommy-to-be, I heard about the lack of sleep, the crying and the general fatigue - but nobody told me about the puke.

I probably wouldn't have believed them anyway.