Greetings from the nursery, where our progeny is currently resting in her bouncy chair because it was either that or strap her into the car seat. Yes, she's managed to spit up significantly on her crib sheet and BOTH of her pack & play sheets to the point where we're running yet another load of laundry. I knew things would be messy and that we'd be changing her clothes with regularity, but I completely forgot about the spit-up thing, which means that OUR clothes also need to be changed frequently now that we're part of the "white-shoulder set" as my mother calls them. Dear Mom, school is great, please send money Dreft.
When the subject of babies came up with my friend a few years back, he told me about a friend of his who, upon becoming a father for the first time, bored him with hours on end of stories about his little bundle of joy. One particular topic of conversation involved detailed descriptions of his offspring's output, and how cute it was. Maybe eventually I'll learn to appreciate the cuteness of pant stank, but I promised him that even if she painted the Mona Lisa in her diaper, he'd never hear about it from me, and that I'd try to be sensitive to the fact that not everyone has kids. So our recent emailversations have consisted more of Daisuke Matsuzaka talk and the overarching stupidity of mainstream announcers rather than baby stuff, and I have to admit that it's nice having people want to talk about other stuff, though proud papa will also talk for hours on end of you get him going. Of course, this is my blog and not a conversation with him, so I think I'm in the clear. Sorry, Chris. The rest of you have been warned as well, though this one deals with #1, not #2.
The latest development in getting to know our daughter involves learning her facial expressions. The routine lately has been for us to wake her up every 2.5 hours for a feeding. In order to really wake her up, I'll change her diaper - the feeling of colder air on her skin tends to do the trick, plus it gives her a chance to yawn, stretch, and generally do cute things. But while she pees in her sleep - like any other infant worth her salt - she also faces the same need just after waking up that just about all humans face. I've gotten pretty good at recognizing the face that means "flood warning in effect", but she still catches me off-guard. A recent piece of artwork ended up being a wet spot that was the spitting image of Mickey Mouse - one big circle and two small ones. Sorry, no photos.
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