||[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.
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. :) )