April 26, 2006

O, trembling horror! For some of us still without a brood, this reads true verbatim. O, horror! [VIA memepool]
  • Once you get a few tykes you will find that this is quite, quite true. "The only good baby is a sleeping baby."
  • Heehee. that tickled me!
  • Very funny and well-done. I was afraid this was going to be another one of those 'can't those people on those airplanes make those annoying babies shut UP?' articles which would warrant the summoning of a waaahmbulance, but it's nothing of the sort.
  • nice one, ic!
  • well done and entertaining!
  • An acquiantance once confided: 'sleep as much as you can as long as you're a childless couple. After stinky appears, that will be a fond memory for many, many years'. Yeah, I'm scared shitless of spawning offspring.
  • Ah, yeah, the early month or three are tough, but babies are learning machines. From the time their nerve growth lets them discover their hands, till you hear them practicing letter sounds while they're in a car seat while being driven home, it's all pretty amazing. In my experience, at least, it isn't years before you get your quota of sleep, it may just seem that way, briefly. I was a driven, type A sort when my kid was growing up, but the cuddling, story reading, care taking, were complete respite from the day to day grind: relaxing, and focusing on someone outside of myself were heavenly.
  • > [sleep] will be a fond memory for many, many years it seems to depend on the infant/toddler. a lot of friends' children have been good sleepers, sleeping through the night from an early age. my son and my niece, on the other hand, are/were not good sleepers. in some cases, bottle feeding seems to make a difference, as the baby can take a full bottle lateish at night and won't wake up from hunger. i understand though that it's just the first three years, so we're nearly halfway there. at least with this child.
  • It's weird because I had a dream about carrying round a baby last nite.
  • Long lost ending:       "Do you bring diapers, husband?" gasped the complying wench, as Grignr smothered her lips with the blazing touch of his flaming mouth.       "Silence!" gasped Grignr. "At this instant, fetch ale for your son's creator, barbarian!"       "Only after you have kissed the fleeting stead of death!" returned the wench.
  • As roryk says, everything varies from one kid to another. Some are colic-prone howling monkeys, others are born cheerful and live calmly. Not predictable what the next one's to be like. Personally, I have always found it useful with the very small to act as if I can't tell one end from the other -- so some dear, well-meaning soul will remove the upside-down infant from me, and do the fussing over it.
  • I wish I'd thought of that one, bees.