Days pregnant: 62 U.S., 48 Europe
Today I bought my wife and I a subscription to Parent magazine. Yes, yes. Fine. Say it. I don’t care. I’m one of those parents. I’m all about homemade arts and crafts for my kids. I grew up in the suburbs with semi-hippy parents, and some of my fondest memories were sitting at home doing crafts with my mom. In fact, we had an arts and crafts drawer that I vividly remember below the kitchen counter, which was full of crayons, construction paper, pens, water colors, etc. At any time, we had free reign to go to the drawer and just pull out whatever we wanted and start drawing.
Maybe this is a tad premature to say… since I’m only 2 months into the whole fatherhood thing… but I can picture myself in 6 years, sitting around and coloring with Peanut, or in a dozen years, sitting at the kitchen table, like my dad sat with me, trying to explain how Algebra works.
I think part of the reason I want to keep this “blog” around (not a “diary” cuz I’m a guy and that would mean I want to have consensual sex with other males…) … part of the reason to keep it around is because I hope in 10 years I’ll look back, when I’m too exhausted to pay any more attention to my child, and this blog will remind me how excited I was to do those things, and hopefully will remind me to find the time to color, or do homework. Oh sure, right now it’s all roses and I’m excited to do so. But I also know my famously short attention span, and I don’t doubt there will be some day when I have reached my threshold for paying attention to my child. Or does that not happen? I don’t recall ever getting that feeling from my parents, and I doubt my wife ever got that from her parents. But I gotta think it’s human nature to feel that way at some point. Or, maybe my wife and I were just blessed with amazingly selfless parents. All I know is… right now very few things in life top playing Halo 3. That’s gonna have to change come June 2009.
Oh, one more Suburbanite Sin for which to repent: when I signed up for Parents magazine, I … uh… got snookered into a year subscription of… um… Family Circle for $6. OKAY JUDGE ME. That one was perhaps even a bit too suburbia for even me… Mr. Minivan. But, as my wife said, “They have good recipes.“ Hell, that’s all the justification I need. And who knows, for 50 cents a month, maybe I’ll learn something. it’s only $6. Quit looking at me like that. I’m sure it’s a very decent publication. And besides, I’ll probably just learn how to make all sorts of shit out of popcicle sticks. I think that’s all those magazines are good for. Articles on “which teething crackers are best for your baby”, and making houses out of popcicle sticks for various holidays. (“For Veteran’s Day, we show you how to re-construct the beachead at Normandy using candy corn, pipe cleaners and popcicle sticks.”)
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