Babies have the potential to be quite good for one's posture.
If I sit up very, very straight... her attempts to tunnel through my ribs almost don't hurt!
Also, I think I'll turn off this beautiful music. She likes it too much.
I'll admit, the writer in me is enjoying this. Well, and the mother in me. It's just this tiny little sane portion that doesn't like pain that isn't so much always. That part's going, "ow, ow, OWW! Child!" Okay, the writer is saying the same thing, it's just that the writer is laughing while she says it. And the mother notices, but she doesn't really care. Or rather, the caring is vastly outweighed by the "Yay, she's healthy! And moving and happy and she likes music and isn't she so cuuute." Yeah. The mother is not, um, what all people would consider perfectly rational. But that's just fine.