Baby is like putting me back to boot camp everyday and night

Pulling me out of deep sleep to do my night shift guard duties by feeding and changing him.

While when I was in the Army boot camp we were waken up once night for fireguard duty, now my son

would drag me up three to five times a night even now when he is 16 months old! He is extremely robust from

eating in half asleep for so long I guess, and taller than most other infants of the same age.

Every morning I reluctantly get up at daybreak to attend him. This child wakes up along with sunrise like clock work. We get a couple weeks of break when Daylight saving time comes back, thankfully. Now it goes back to where it was, 630 am. 

The chaos in my home sometimes resembles my boot camp days in Missouri when we had to answer the calls from the drill Sargent at any time, asleep or eating, doing laundry or brooming in the morning. My son needs change diaper! He is hungry! He needs mommy to pick him up! He needs mommy to act as a playmate! He wants to get out the house, etc. etc... My daughter was an angel when she was a baby and tot compared to this little stinker. But I still love him head over heels, my little man, mommy's sweetheart. I love him even stronger because he is so attaching to me and so affectionate, more than my daughter was. 

Sometimes I forgot time flying by, dealing with my two not so lightweighted bundle of joys.  But I no longer feel the sweat and sun on my neck like when I was at the boot camp in Ft. Leonard Wood Missouri. Boot camp is as lovely a memory as it was fierce and hard(strange?), like having to carry a sweet burden climbing up a steep hill. You don't want to lay it down 'cause it's your baby riding on your back. My lifelong duty now. My moomy duty would last much longer than the former one.