A moment today I couldn’t help but to think that I’m finally out of the woods. The newborn stage: no sleep, feeding around the clock with a tender little baby thing.
He’s cleared the newborn stage for some time now but today was a clear reckoning of that realization.
He has sturdiness to him. Toughness too, even.
The messages marketed for little boys exemplifies this: blue, tough, mud. All this is okay with me… As long as those messages can apply equally to girls too. Which in my family they do.
The women in my family are tough as nails. It’s like that episode of The Simpsons where Lisa thinks she’s doomed because some family members turned out… Different. Luckily, it was just the males and phew, she’s still a genius. Oops, a tangent.
Anyhow, this child is like a French bulldog: tough, muscular (kind of) without the actual need for exercise. Perhaps my idea of frenchies and babies is off. But I love my baby & frenchies with a fierceness. What up Gimmy; it’s been a minute but I love you so.
