Simmer down nerds, I am not going to be talking about the 1995 video game, although that might be a more interesting post. That game was fan-flippin'tastic. No, I am talking about the stage in a baby's development where he/she experiences anxiety when separated from the parent. Hm. I was bored just typing that last sentence. Maybe I should just talk about the video game. Anyway, this new stage of life would be oh-so-cute if it was not oh-so-obnoxious.
Let me paint you a picture from last night using a new baby translator created by NASA technology. It's on loan.
Me: Hey buddy, I am going to be literally 10 feet over there making you a bottle so you can eat. Please don't freak out.
Baby: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WILL I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN? I'M FREAKIN' OUT!
No, that is NOT my child, but he did kinda look like that.
Rinse. Repeat. All. Evening. Long. Now, I have read from the professionals (i.e. internet message board moms) that this is a healthy development and that you should fully embrace and cherish it. I say phooey to that. I thought I kissed clinginess goodbye when I dumped my ex-girlfriend.
I'm sorry. This is all just my impatience talking. He really is a good little boy and I love him more than life itself; however, I will be happy when this tribulation stage is over and he can do things without me being 2 inches from him at all times. Oh well. It's nice to be loved I guess.
Let's end this little sha-bang-a-bang on a happy note. Here are some ultra cute pictures taken by my ultra cute wife. I guess the baby kinda adds to the pics as well :)
Gingers in stereo.
Don't worry, we both have licenses for those guns.
Our future NBA player. Daddy wants to retire early.
The end.
