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I had a baby. Well, not me, my wife. And then we did it again, but decided to change genders just for fun. And now? Well...apparently, we're doing it all over again.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

I'm a Real Boy Now!

It's really kind of amazing how fast babies develop sometimes. And I know everyone says that, but I always thought they were just particularly unobservant people who just didn't catch things going on. But now I know that's not true-- they reallyDO grow up so fast. One day your child is in diapers, happily crapping his brains out all over your couch, and the next he's playing Texas Hold'em, swigging crappy beer and smoking cigars in an underground tournament. Ok, well, maybe that's a bit over-simplified, but not much.

I learned two things about Aidan this week-- first, he has suddenly developed the ability to hold his own bottle. That realy blew me away... I was sitting on the couch, ready to feed him, and as soon as I putt the bottle in his mouth, his little hands came up and grabbed it from me. He did a pretty good job, too-- I only had to fix it for him once or twice. He had such a look of smug satisfaction on his face, too. Awesome. And when I tried to help him, he got all pissed off and flailed until I gave him back control. Also awesome. I think that might have been his forst official hissy fit.

I also learrned that Aidan, like his incredibly well groomed and stunningly handsome dad, loves listening to the Pogues. He's always been interested in music, but no more so than any other baby. The other day, though, I was working on the computer, and put him in his Exersaucer to play. I threw on a live Pogues CD, and he went NUTS. He was bouncing in time to the music, giggling and hitting things. You know, just like a true Irishman. Now if only I can find him a Guinness bottle....

Also, he's learned how to blow raspberries. Which is hilarious, because he sucks at it. He gets a few "pbtpbtpbtpbt"s out, and then his tongue gets stuck and he just hums and drools until he decides he's done. He gets a maniacal little twinkle in his eyes when he does it, as if he knows this behavior will be frowned upon later-- but also that he can blame me for teaching it to him. So in essence, he's learned one of the most basic lessons in life: when society doesn't accept your actions...blame your no good parents.

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