| Wednesday, May 03, 2006 |
| The Post of Laughter and Forgetting (Pt. 2) |
Too little prune juice, cranky baby. Too much prune juice, not a clean stitch of clothes in the house.
After a certain number of blowouts, you learn to think of onesies as "baby Gladware"; clean it if you can, toss it if you can't.
When calling the pediatrician for a semi-emergent appointment, if you are still in your pajamas with your hair in a mess, they want you there in 20 minutes. If you're showered and dressed with the baby halfway into the carseat already, they can't work you in till noon.
Nothing smells worse than baby vomit in a hot car.
Your child's fear of a particular stranger is proportional to just how much they want to hold her.
Whoever determines sizing for infants clothing has obviously never had one.
The cuter the outfit, the more quickly it is outgrown or ruined.
The more special the occasion, the more likely that the pictures will be bad (we're doing a mock re-shoot of Libby's baptism, someone forgot to use the flash).
The difficulty of assembly of a particular item is inversely proportional to the age of the child it is for. |
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