Wednesday, June 26, 2013

They Will Steal Your Baby's Breath


We have all heard the stories…

“Don’t leave them alone with your baby unattended, they will get in the crib and suffocate you child”

It is something that Kali and I have talked about a lot. We even thought about getting a net to prevent it, or throwing a sheet of ¾” plywood on the crib. That would actually be a fairly cheap fix; I have an old sheet next to the garage that we stack our firewood on. I would just have to spray the mud and spiders off it.

But it is an actual concern for us, being that we have a couple roaming around our house, that want to be right next to you every second, especially when we are sleeping.

There are a few different stories out there.

“They will sleep on your babies face because of the warmth.”

”They will purposely smother your baby because they hate it, and they want all the attention”

(this was actually something that our friends previously had to worry about when I came over, until Cletus came along of course).

And the one that sounds the most likely to me;

“They are trying to steal your baby’s breath”

I am for course… talking about Gingers…

I’ve heard similar type stories about cats, but those seem a little far fetched to me. Plus, Arch wouldn’t want to get in the crib, nor could he get in it even if he wanted to.
 

Gingers on the other hand… the thought terrifies me.

There is one that lives in our area (thank god that there is a registry now where you can look up predators in your neighborhood). He has a baby of his own…To my knowledge; he has not attempted to steal its breath yet.

But vampires don’t prey on their young either… Luis wasn’t silently biding his time until Lestat went to the store, so he could pounce on Kirsten Dunst (And let’s be honest, who doesn’t want to pounce on Kirsten Dunst).

It almost seems like the Ginger and his ginglet are bonding over the idea of getting their hands on Cletus. They look… They smile… They wait…
 

We are even more fearful after an incident this past weekend… And don't get me wrong, I don’t blame Little Ginger for losing control, he is just a baby… but he went after Cletus.. Viciously… Right in front of us….
 

Shocking I know

I guess we will just wait and be vigilant. And leave the blinds wide open in the nursery, and hope the sun is protection enough to keep our baby safe.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Bucket Lists are for Boring People


Remember when no one knew what a “bucket list” was…

That was a much better time in human history, like before everyone on earth started describing normal daily events as “epic”. (Can you imagine if when you were in high school reading (or pretending to read) the Odyssey, your teacher told you “this is an Epic Poem… in the future, young people will use this to describe parties, movies, people failing (which they will also use incorrectly) and every other thing that happens”. Younger you would have asked… “Wait… What? Why???”  The answer of course, is... “No one knows why “younger you”… No one knows…people are just dumb”)

But then,  Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson were in that movie about two old guys wanting to ride a tandem bike together before they die (I actually have no idea what they did, I didn’t see the movie) and now everyone says “Oooooohhh… That there.. that’s on my bucket list” about some obscure outrageous thing.  They will probably never do that thing, and it will not make them a better, happier person even if they do it… So for all the good intentions that Jack and “MoFree” (that’s what I call him) had, what resulted is an entire generation of people, when while on their death bed are not happy about how fun their actual life was, they are regretful that they never shot a kangaroo with an Aboriginal blow gun in the outback of Australia.

So in that vein, this will be the first in a line of entries that is actual advice to Cletus (that is what we started calling our yet unborn baby, at the recommendation insistence of Trish Dobbs. “You know what you should call him… Cletus… Ya know… Cletus the Fetus”… the name stuck against our wishes and with many tears and much disappointment without us trying that hard).

So Cleet… read this when you are old enough (we learned in baby class that a child should be reading at the age of 2-4 months, so I will have to help you through your first few weeks of life to get things done if an opportunities  arise).  Here is a list of ten things that if you accomplish EACH YEAR, will make your entire life happier and not leave you, old and gray, regretful that you didn’t make time to do something stupid once.

A lot of this I am going to have to help you with until you are 7 or 8, which I think will provide a lot of good father/son bonding time.

Things to do this year

·         Attempt to go into 5 places where the average guy is not “allowed” to go (observation decks in tall buildings, members only bars at airports and such, areas on tours of museums and old houses where the guides don’t go. Don’t do anything wrong, just go there to see what all the hubbub is about). You must actually make it into at least 50% of the areas without being kicked out

·         Find a farm that has llamas, go there after dark with your friends (or your best gal), turn your vehicle so you lights are on them… and just watch them… it is comedy gold

·         Watch the Jimmy V’s ESPY speech. Openly cry. If anyone laughs at you, kick them out of your house and write them off as a friend (if we are at home, I will assist you if needed).

·         Buy a round of beers for a group of people you don’t know (this will seem very difficult at first. There are not a lot of people that will accept a beer from a young child. Don’t let that discourage you… If you get this done, you will meet a diverse and interesting group of new friends)

·         Cut down your own Christmas tree, no matter how silly it looks, you will remember cutting it down with vivid detail. (If anyone laughs at it, kick them out of your house and write them off as a friend (if we are at home, I will assist you if needed).

·         Consume one McRib sandwich (important note: one, and only one in a 12 month period, it is like servings of fish from the St. Lawrence river, if you eat more than that you will not make it to the rest of the list)

·         Dress up in a professional grade costume for an event other than Halloween (you can make up your own event if you want. Uncle Leighton did as a part of an elaborate Bigfoot hoax. Best year of his life…)

·         Go into a bar and convince strangers that you have done some random thing of very great consequence. You get extra credit if it is a bar where you are known by the bartenders and regulars (I once convinced a large group of people at Prepps that I was the inventor of the “Uncrustable” sandwich).

·         Get at least 5 people to do the following:  See something you have done, lean back, sigh, and with wide eyes say one of the following things “Dude… that is just too much (a) bacon (b) cheese (c) fire

·         Make a group of people laugh by saying something that later on, while they are lying in bed, they wish they hadn’t laughed at and feel bad about themselves for doing so.

 

Memorable “once in a lifetime” events are all fine and good, if you are in to that sort of thing. Climbing Mount Everest and swimming with sharks and crap like that will give you one or two good stories…

But if you live your life in such a way that on a random Tuesday, you can get a text out of the blue asking “Hey, you own a full gorilla costume right” and you can not only answer “yes”,  but you can answer “Yes, I’m on my way” without ever asking why, you will have more stories..

And in the end, the one who can talk the longest wins…

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

“Baby Class” Journal Entries:


June 2nd (day before first class)

We are very excited for these classes. We have so many questions… Like “when washing your baby, should you use the “pots and pans” setting, and what detergent is recommended to avoid spots” and “I know they recommend that you don’t shake your baby, but they seem to always show a picture of a baby that has already been born? Is it ok to shake the baby when it is still in Kali’s stomach? Because if not… well that just seems unfair… who can I still shake in this family?”


June 3rd (Just after first class)

I was lied to. I don’t know if Kali was involved in this deception. Shaking her is apparently definitely out for the time being, so I don’t know how I will get to the truth… But this is not a class on what to expect when we get closer to D-Day, this is a weekly “Movie Club” where we watch slasher films… why did we sign up for this????

June 10th (right before second class)

Maybe the first class was a fluke. Either way, it can’t be any worse than what we were forced to watch last week.  

June 10th (During second class)

Oh…… MY……..GOD…………..

June 11th (Just after second class)

What just happened….

Why was the nurse drinking a strawberry coolatta during all of that? Was it just to mess with us?

We will surly break soon… is that what they want? If we scream “uncle” or puke on the floor and each other will they let us stop?

 Have we already gone farther than any other group???

June 17th (Just after third class)

Tonight we watched the opening scene from “Saving Private Ryan”, the nurse said that it was close enough to what we could expect in the delivery room. 

I began to ask questions, to try to get relief from the carnage.

 I got some answers, but not the ones that I wanted:

Apparently you cannot legally swap babies with other parents in the hospital, if you find one that you like better than yours (even if the other parents agree that they like yours better).

I was only given the opportunity to ask one question before the Q&A portion of the class was brought to an end…

June 18th (Morning after third class)

Half the classes are behind us…

I am so filled with fear and trepidation about what awaits us in the three remaining sessions…

The only way that this can get worse is if we are forced to play “think ball” with an actual fresh placenta. I just know that we are going to walk in and there is going to be sheets of clear plastic covering the tables and carpet…

My will is breaking…

I am going to go find something to shake…..