That Magic Moment

Ah, yes. The magic moment has finally occured. Aidan's cord stump fell off. At about 2 weeks of age, that thing is finally gone. And it's about time-- it was beginning to creep me out-- I mean, seriously, how come the only time the human body can seal itself up like htt all nice and neat is when you're too young ot have any fun with it? I would LOVE to go into a bar, slam downa shot of whiskey, and roar "Check THIS out, ladies" as I stuck my own hand to the bar with a knife...only to have it heal fine a few weeks later. Ok, so maybe that wouldn't be so impressive, with the whole taking weeks thing-- hard to hold a woman's attention that long too, right? Nevermind.

Anyway, it was creepy...it got slowly more hard and black, kinda like a toenail you dropped a large piece of the universe on. Of course, up until a year ago, I didn't know babies came home with part of thier cord attached-- I believed my childhood education which told me that doctors, much like the clowns roving family-themed restraunts across the USA, just grabbed a handful of baby and whippy-cord-thingy and balloon-knotted the hell out of 'er right then and there. Noooooo, no no no no. They cut it, clamp a chunk, and hand you the baby. YOU get the fun job of swabbing the thing with nice, burny alcohol every time you change a diaper. I tried different stuff, but in the end Aidan really preferred a nice Tanqueray rub over the competition-- and he hated the rums.

So now, there's nothing more to take care of. I mean, other than the actual baby, of course. Between this thing falling off and his circumcision healing, diapering time has been cut in half. Which is nice, because between all the extra machinations we had to go through to clean and gauze-up his little peener and soaking his stump in gin...er, alcohol...he had like the baby equivalent of six light-years to drag his feet/socks through his own poo, and even more time to fire-hose us if we weren't paying attention. Plus, now he can have a real bath-- Mom insists, mainly due to his not having had anything more than a sponge bath for two weeks.

You know, just like a real guy.