||[Aug. 27th, 2008|02:06 pm]
This morning Lex exploded in that special way that only babies can manage...
I will never understand the fashion of buying ornate, frilly, hard-to-wash things for babies. :-)
.. or wicker bassinets ... ok i'll stop now.
babies and cats. I'm still amazed at the distances cats can project.
but which can project further?
Well are talking human babies vs cat babies or human babies vs an adult cat?
I do no that it is much easier for a child to freak out a cat than it is for a cat to freak out a child.
I do know. Not "no". What a hopeless spelling mistake.
I think this requires testing...
And a scheduled room at a science fiction convention.
's suggestion I passed on re: T-shirts.
Welcome to Parenthood, just remember that you will eventually get revenge ;)
Ooh yeah. They'll "fountain" leaving you wondering "Just where the hell were you hiding all that, kid?"
They should have a sticker: "Warning: Contents Under Pressure"
I love the almost seemless transition from "the beauty and wonder of parenthood" to "explosion of bodily wastes". :)
Yeah, I could write about the beauty and wonder, which is all present and correct, but that would be far more boring. Lots of "I love watching the faces he pulls" & "when he's asleep on my chest, I'm incredibly happy."
Besides, every tells new parents about how wonderful it is being a parent, but forget about how hard it is to start. That's what I want to record - the rough start and (hopefully) how it all settles down to a bearable level of chaos.
I have no arguments - I meant it when I said I loved it.
I'm making plans in this direction myself, so I'm paying close attention.
*grin* I'm kind of writing this because I know so many people who are expecting or trying for babies. And reading about the problems that someone else is having can be a real help when similar problems crop up in your own life.
I appreciate it, for one - the decision is a big one and it's one that a lot of thought goes into. I found that most guys I asked said, "Oh, yes, you'll love it, best years of my life..." through a sort of deranged sleep-deprived rictus, and it really wasn't convincing at all.
So, hearing what it's actually like - from someone who's enjoying about it but being honest about the reality of the experience - is a balm to a troubled soul.
(Well, it would be, if my soul were troubled. Protective ointment to the potentially troubled soul, maybe. :) )