I feel bad for babies. There is so much NEW that they have to learn how to deal with; it’s no wonder they’re constantly hysterical.
But this is sometimes hard to remember and pity when it is 3 am and Baby Ecklet is sobbing and chin-quivering and billy-goat wailing and gasping for crying breath and I don’t know why. So I’ve drawn up a list of possible things she could be thinking to refer to and use to remind myself that sometimes it’s hard being a baby. Continue reading
Recently, Husband and I did laundry together. Like, at a laundromat.
This is remarkable because Husband and I have this wonderful system worked out at home where Husband washes and dries the clothes and I fold them. Because our washer and dryer live in the basement, and the basement looks like this:
This is the story about the first moment I grew up. I shrunk back into a carefree child almost immediately afterwards, but this is definitely the moment that started my upward progression into adulthood.
In fact, if my journey from child to adult were to be graphed, the first 16 years would look something like this:
You see, children are stretchy, and they never grow up all at once. Something happens that stretches them a lot all at once, which leaves them a little bit different shape when the thing stops pulling than they were before. Sort of like pulling taffy I think. And this happens over and over until the child is approximately grown-up sized and knows what life really is.
When I was 6, my first taffy moment occurred. When I had a burning curiosity about staplers. Continue reading
Did you know there’s such a thing as a “Gender Reveal Party”? It’s for pregnant ladies and their unborn babies and comes before the Baby Shower (obviously, so everyone knows whether to get you pink or blue baby wipes).
It’s a recent obsession I think. I’m pretty sure my parents were just surprised on my Big Day. But now things are different. If you don’t tell everyone very creatively and memorably what gender you’re having, you’ll be stuck with a lot of awkwardly neutral baby shower gifts that don’t match at all. Like yellow or green or purple things or farmer-themed, because both boys and girls can grow up to be farmers, right?
And naturally the horror of having yellow, green, and purple, farmer-themed baby gifts
is enough to rally people for a totally unnecessary, thematically creative, cake-filled, bet-filled party.
Sometimes I wish I were a nesting rabbit instead of a nesting person.
You see, rabbits don’t have to worry about purchasing (on a budget) a Continue reading
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