Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Smiling? or poopy-face?
When my first daughter was born I had all these magnificent thoughts about what it was like to be a new dad. It was inspiring in a religious way to be able to care for such a small person. They are so helpless, and you are so all-powerful to them. I likened it, in my mind, to how god cares for his creation.
Fast-forward 4 and a half years, and I wonder if my daughter is sometimes possessed by a demon. I guess its only fair, my parents thought the same of me. Of course, I regularly told them that I was having conversations with god, conveinently at a time when Excorsist and Damion were making the rounds. I know my daughter isn't a demon, she's just trying to push her boundaries a little, but boy can she drive me batty some days.
Anyway, so now I have kid number 2. And the thoughts are much less grandiose. For instance, yesterday, I was watching Kyla smile in her sleep. I thought, oh how cute, she must be having a pleasant dream. Then she began to crap her pants. So, I think, "Why is it that a smile is so close to a poopy-face?" Is it because its so nice to get that poop out that we decided that a poopy-face would universally stand for "I feel good?" I know its not genetic, 'cause I am pretty sure Chimpanzees consider a smile a very aggressive angry act. (Maybe they are often constipated?)
Anyway, this is my thought. Hopefully, the thoughts about poop will subside in 3-4 years after #2 is potty trained.
Fast-forward 4 and a half years, and I wonder if my daughter is sometimes possessed by a demon. I guess its only fair, my parents thought the same of me. Of course, I regularly told them that I was having conversations with god, conveinently at a time when Excorsist and Damion were making the rounds. I know my daughter isn't a demon, she's just trying to push her boundaries a little, but boy can she drive me batty some days.
Anyway, so now I have kid number 2. And the thoughts are much less grandiose. For instance, yesterday, I was watching Kyla smile in her sleep. I thought, oh how cute, she must be having a pleasant dream. Then she began to crap her pants. So, I think, "Why is it that a smile is so close to a poopy-face?" Is it because its so nice to get that poop out that we decided that a poopy-face would universally stand for "I feel good?" I know its not genetic, 'cause I am pretty sure Chimpanzees consider a smile a very aggressive angry act. (Maybe they are often constipated?)
Anyway, this is my thought. Hopefully, the thoughts about poop will subside in 3-4 years after #2 is potty trained.
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Dave Barry had a segment on keeping a baby journal. How parents are extrememly detailed with their first child:
October 21, 1971
"Today Sammy is 4.5 days old and weighs 7 lbs. 6 oz. He had a poop and it was green and smelled like almonds."
But by the second child they're all burnt out:
January 1973-November 1982
"Timmy was born and is now in the third grade."
Good luck! (And congradulations again!)
October 21, 1971
"Today Sammy is 4.5 days old and weighs 7 lbs. 6 oz. He had a poop and it was green and smelled like almonds."
But by the second child they're all burnt out:
January 1973-November 1982
"Timmy was born and is now in the third grade."
Good luck! (And congradulations again!)
Yea, we were afraid of that, so what I think we'll do is just give the second one coverage in different media. That way it keeps us sane.
Joellyn had a ton of digital pictures and an online gallery. Kyla has a blog. Jojo has letters to the womb, Kyla has a scapbook calendar page. Oh, and before she started selling scrapbooks, Valerie made up 2 or 3 different memory books for Jojo. So, I think they will each get fair coverage.
No royalties thoa. Those all go to me.
(And thanks!)
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Joellyn had a ton of digital pictures and an online gallery. Kyla has a blog. Jojo has letters to the womb, Kyla has a scapbook calendar page. Oh, and before she started selling scrapbooks, Valerie made up 2 or 3 different memory books for Jojo. So, I think they will each get fair coverage.
No royalties thoa. Those all go to me.
(And thanks!)
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