They are all being extraordinarily helpful, in that neither Dave nor I have touched a dish in a week, and my mom and Dad and sister have undertaken the Herculean task of watching the baby so we can sleep. 9:30--Dave and I go to bed. They all stay up and watch movies and wake me for feedings.
It's crazytown, and it's awesome.
Similarly eager to help and take advantage of baby-holding time are Toaster and Rocknoodle:
Toaster, on the other hand, is completely at ease with her, and probably could be much more helpful than I'm allowing him to be. He's all "I can do diapers! I can walk her around! I can help with the nighttime watching!" And the thing is, he's probably right (except for the nighttime watching) but I just can't possibly manage that, because I'm nervous, and can barely manage letting Dave hold the baby.
I'm sure we're being completely and utterly spoiled--the "we" very definitely including Willow--and all earthly hell will break loose when Dave goes back to work and my mom goes home. But in the meantime, I'll take the sleep, thank you.