One of my best friends is having a baby tomorrow. We know this because it's a planned c-section but it's made me a bit nostalgic about #2's birth, because it was more recent than #1's and because it was sort of documented on Facebook so I could keep clicking the Older Posts link to find the magical day. I don't think I was hip on the 'book when #1 hit us like a ton of jagged bricks.
Anyway, we're wrapping up year one with #2. This is a graduation of sorts for us. No more stupid Dr. Brown bottles with a million components, no more formula (although since we went all Up and Up on that shiznit, it's not such a hit to the wallet), no more awkward infant car seat, but best of all, no more BABIES!!!
I'm ashamed to say I don't remember too much about it, only because mostly what I can recall of this year is #1's high pitched screams. 2010 was definitely the year of the scream. Will 2011 hold the same fate for us? Let's hope not, since we've pretty much adopted a zero tolerance policy for screaming.
And this is how much I've changed since I became a parent. No longer am I embarrassed by #1's screams. He can scream all the way to the ENT to check the nodule that I'm sure is imminent, and I will remain calm and unfazed. And what's more, when homeboy is screaming in public that he wants an ice cream or cookie, I ignore him until we get to the car and then I take great pleasure in saying, "Remember what we talked about earlier today at Target? Remember quid pro quo? Yeah, no cookie or ice cream for you!" And more screaming ensues. From him, not me.
But at the end of the day, the monster (again, him not me) goes away and #1 becomes the super cool little dude that I adore. Is this what this parenting scam is? It's strange and exhausting 85% of the time and platinum 15% of the time. Pure, premium, platinum. I guess I'm a sucker for precious metals.
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