fatherhood, week deux
two weeks. like a tv dad from the '50s, i come bounding home after
but i resist! precisely because she is MINE i swaddle her ever so gently, sing to her and even occasionally offer her my nipples for a little non-nutritive suckling action. as she nurses at my empty breast, i look for ways that she is undoubtedly related to me. and i find them. here, in the form of a catechism, are the clues that she could be no one else's daughter:
- when we bathed her last night, did it not take exactly three towels to dry her because she kept crapping on them? happens to me all the time.
- when she is presented with mrs nice guy's breast, does she not lunge forth hungrily, frantically even, to latch onto the goods? indeed, so do i. so do i.
- when the child is on the breast does she not grunt like a potbellied pig? when she is pulled from the breast does she not claw at her eyes in despair (unless she is sated, in which case does she not fall instantly asleep)? man this all sounds so very, very familiar.
- every time she sneezes does the child not soil her shorts? the acorn, she does not fall far from the tree.
- who is obviously happiest when not wearing any pants at all? i myself have gotten fined at work for this proclivity of mine.
- does the child not dread sleep, opting instead to spend the hours between midnight and 4 am vocalizing her tiny animal fears of infinite darkness through piglet grunts, cricket chirps and kicked-puppy whimpers? now her night-owl father finally has an excellent excuse for napping under his desk.
- who else besides this child has not changed his socks in three days? no comment.
- she really is a stunningly beautiful child. could she have been sown of any other set of loins?
(did i mention the grunting? this child doesn't really cry. if she gets really pissed, she'll shriek once, but mostly she just grunts away. usually when she has gas. it's actually kind of hilarious -- she is a tiny 80-year-old misanthrope in a stained t-shirt.)
even though she is the closest thing i shall ever come to attaining IMMORTALITY, it actually pains me to witness such a resemblance to her fat, lazy and dull father. i wish she would begin to take after her generous and industrious grandmother. after all, wasn't the original point of having kids -- i am talking about waaay back in the day -- to help out on the farm? to achieve this end, i will begin calling her ChoreBaby. as in, "ChoreBaby, the floors need scrubbing!" "ChoreBaby, make me a sandwich!" and "who let ChoreBaby out of the storage closet?" yes, having a child may be the smartest thing i've ever done.
10 Comments:
Mkay, you've frightened me by saying you're letting her suckle your empty breast.
anything to get the child to sleep while we go on our cocaine binges.
damn...a bit of sleep deprivation and a new toy make for some insanely funny posts. :)
i have just picked myself off the floor. Oh I think you are so funny. I wish I was a fly on your wall.
When your mother-in-law leaves, just make sure to keep yourselves alive until ChoreBaby turns 6-7 weeks old. That's when the smiling starts. And then, boy will YOU be in trouble!
Related: when I ask my 8 year old to do SOMEthing (pick up his underwear, set the table), he asks, "Why?" in that whiny way only an 8 year old could. I say, "Because I had kids so that I wouldn't have to do any work anymore." He half believes me. Oh just wait, little man...just wait.
I love your blog - very funny - I just can't wait until you have a toddler. Keep an eye on those little fingers because you'll soon be wrapped around one!
Ah, children. They're so wonderful! My daughter (6.5y) piped up last night with, "Mom! I think (younger brother, 1.5y) needs to start talking now!" Me: "Oh?" Her: "Yeah! So he can tell you that you are the WORST MOM EVER!"
I'm gonna start working on my acceptance speech for the award ceremony...bye!
reading your stuff is like looking back through the mists of time to when i, too had a tiny newborn. mine has been alive for 7 wks - seems like a year & a half.
Our mantra, to quote Homer Simpson:
"Kids! You can teach them to hate all of the stuff you hate, & they practically raise themselves!"
This article says your breast doesn't have to be non-nutritive. No comment on the sanity of these people.
dad to be: holy crap!
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