We managed to survive another Christmas. Our little girl did pretty well at the families' house.
Now we're trying to figure out how I can stay at home and take care of our little girl most of the week and still be able to work part time. It's not too encouraging so far.
Today, little girl was colicky. I could feel her intestines writhe under her tense abdomen like a clutch of serpents.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
On Being A New Daddy
So what do I write about?
That my little girl is such a cutie and how I love her very much? Well, duh.
That poopy diapers smell bad? Well, duh.
That my sweetie eats, sleeps, excretes, cries and occasionally melts my heart with a smile? Well, duh.
So really, there's not all that much to write about.
Well, duh.
That my little girl is such a cutie and how I love her very much? Well, duh.
That poopy diapers smell bad? Well, duh.
That my sweetie eats, sleeps, excretes, cries and occasionally melts my heart with a smile? Well, duh.
So really, there's not all that much to write about.
Well, duh.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
On Unisex Toilets In Heaven
I had a dream this morning. In this dream I was a medic for an army in a war.
Over the course of the war God decided to kill me and 31 other medics for a few minutes. All 32 of us were transported to a small presentation area somewhere in heaven. The room was built like a theater and had about 10 elevated rows of seats. Up front, instead of a stage, the room had an oval carpeted area with a few small portable tables like you'd see in any hotel conference room. Behind the carpeted area there was a curved wall to ceiling picture window revealing a beautiful backdrop of golden sky and warm infinite light.
Some of the medics were engulfed by religious passions and ran down to the stage worshiping in their various preferences. Some of the medics were agog and sat in curious wonder. I simply accepted what was happening in a “this is interesting” sort of way and tried to ignore the fact that I had to go to the bathroom.
Angels up front gave us a short briefing and sermon about what God would like us to do in the course of the war. During the briefing, the angels told us that one of us were going to die in the war. I asked who it was and the angels responded that they couldn't tell us.
When the meeting seemed to be winding down I left the theater in search of a restroom. The restrooms were unisex and had pictures of both men and women on them. There were no stalls and men women and children (all happy) mixed freely. There were at least fifty different kinds of receptacles of all different colors, shapes and heights. The receptacle designs were reminiscent of puffy rounded Fisher-Price toys. Some of them had rounded clear plastic lids that were shaped like the cockpits of fighter aircraft.
The dream progressed. We were sent back to the war, one medic died (it wasn't me) and I guess we all did what the angels told us to do.
Before I woke up it turns out we were all vampires too.
Over the course of the war God decided to kill me and 31 other medics for a few minutes. All 32 of us were transported to a small presentation area somewhere in heaven. The room was built like a theater and had about 10 elevated rows of seats. Up front, instead of a stage, the room had an oval carpeted area with a few small portable tables like you'd see in any hotel conference room. Behind the carpeted area there was a curved wall to ceiling picture window revealing a beautiful backdrop of golden sky and warm infinite light.
Some of the medics were engulfed by religious passions and ran down to the stage worshiping in their various preferences. Some of the medics were agog and sat in curious wonder. I simply accepted what was happening in a “this is interesting” sort of way and tried to ignore the fact that I had to go to the bathroom.
Angels up front gave us a short briefing and sermon about what God would like us to do in the course of the war. During the briefing, the angels told us that one of us were going to die in the war. I asked who it was and the angels responded that they couldn't tell us.
When the meeting seemed to be winding down I left the theater in search of a restroom. The restrooms were unisex and had pictures of both men and women on them. There were no stalls and men women and children (all happy) mixed freely. There were at least fifty different kinds of receptacles of all different colors, shapes and heights. The receptacle designs were reminiscent of puffy rounded Fisher-Price toys. Some of them had rounded clear plastic lids that were shaped like the cockpits of fighter aircraft.
The dream progressed. We were sent back to the war, one medic died (it wasn't me) and I guess we all did what the angels told us to do.
Before I woke up it turns out we were all vampires too.
