Sleeping and dreaming
We had a drugged versus natural birth with Harrison, as opposed to Marisol, and that has made a great deal of difference. TAARG is ready to go to the natural childbirth class we attended for 12 weeks pre-Marisol and tell them she wants her money back. I felt it then, but the militancy of the "natural" childbirth contingent and its own campaign of intolerance of, say, pain avoidance, is as damaging to expectant mothers as thalidomide is tasty.I asked our birth team this time around, oddly enough the same group as were there last time, if they could now admit that couples walking in with "birth plans" irritated them as much as I thought it might.
"Oh yeah," the nurse said.
Sleep has been available in doses larger than I expected. Still, my eyes feel like Krispy Kreme doughnuts microwaved for 15 seconds.
The cats have been spotted trying to suck Harrison's soul through his nostrils several times, each time being forced to put it back. Note to readers: the soul looks like mucous.
It is not lost on me that the birth of each of my children so far has resulted in a World Series win for the Red Sox. The Red Sox currently have the best record in baseball. These are facts.
For evolutionary purposes, the "stamp of paternity" is very important. I have yet to see myself in any of my son's features. The stamp of paternity, it is said, prevented prehistoric fathers from dashing their babies' brains out. It is interesting that whenever the verb "dashing" is used, aside from "dashing through the snow", it shows up followed by "babies' brains out".
He has three months to develop horrible eyesight, is all I'm saying.
But since I only shop at Costco, and since Costco does not sell a Kirkland Brain Dashing Stone, my son is safe.
The Moro Reflex is present in most infants. It describes the sudden spasming of the arms during sleep. We like to say, "Harrison has the horrors again." The stamp of paternity would surely be evident in my son believing beings from Geometries Beyond Time were going to get him, thus his horrors.
The pictures above show Marisol tricking us into believing she loves her brother, the former in her Red Sox jacket the night they won it all in 2004, a month after she was born, and Harrison's early reading list, preparing him for a life of British oppression.
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by Marty Barrett at Wednesday, September 05, 2007
1 Comments:
Hey Marty, Way to go. ANother fan who will never be able to get a seat at Fenway!!
So glad to hear of Harrisons arrival. If you are ever in Yankee territory come and visit-you'll have a safe outpost with me
Not DK or the kids though >>>damn Yankee lovers!
Ellie
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