I’ve honestly got nothing. I started a post and then just deleted it. I think God is punishing me for not accepting him in my life. I guess it’s something I deserve. So instead of me rambling about stuff that’s on my mind, I will post this darling shot of Anna taken earlier this week by her mom. Yes, we do in fact address each other as "mom" and "dad" now that Anna is here. We talk to each other through Anna. It’s actually quite pathetic and I’m doing my part to make sure it doesn’t get out of hand. What am I doing to make sure it doesn’t get out of hand? Great question. Nothing right now, but I plan on it.
"Anna, tell dad to stop farting"
"Mom, you need to stop using Anna as your scapegoat"
"Anna, tell mom to
wipe her ass excuse herself"
Current soothing technique: baby swaddled, rock her in the glider, while I hum a mish mash of various songs. The great part about humming, no need to know the lyrics.
Current song stuck in my head: of all things, it’s this children’s song by the Canadian artist Raffi. I can’t make it through this damn catchy song without crying. Yep, there’s no denying I’m a parent now.