This Baby Business is Tough

Being a baby, it's tough work. I mean, it's tiring. People keep telling me how easy I have it—my parents change my diapers, wipe me down, dress me, bathe me, hold me, carry me, swaddle me, feed me. But you know what, it's a lot harder than it sounds on my end. Complete and utter dependency is not always as sweet as it seems.

Getting fed is especially tougher than it sounds. I mean, you're not exactly eating something with a fork. You're trying to latch on to a boob. A boob, for crying out loud! It's not as easy as you would think.

Everything else about life is pretty good—my family's great, I live in a good neighborhood, I'm healthy—but just don't go assuming this baby thing is as easy as it looks. My little fingers are once again tired of typing, so until next time, that's (my tiring, but otherwise excellent) life thus far.

Increasing Excitement

My parents seem pretty excited. And all things considered, I guess they should be. Check out a little news from their perspective. Oh, and you'll get a couple snapshots of my room-to-be, which isn't half bad if I do say so myself.

Until next time, that's (my well parented) life thus far.

My Parents Are Scared

According to my parents' latest blog post, they're scared. While I may not fully understand the depths of their fears, I appreciate them. I mean, even though the concept of true, deeply-seeded fear is still a little beyond me, I know that my mom and dad hold their parenting related fears because they both love me more than I can understand. In fact, I probably won't understand the level to which they love me until I myself am preparing for parenthood. From my point of view, their fear is even a little comforting. Because it shows me they're just as unprepared to be parents as I am to enter the world. They're every day people, fears and all.

Mom, Dad, if you're reading this, don't worry about it so much. I'll try to be obedient so you won't have to discipline me, Mom. And Dad, I know you're going to be fun... I can hear it in your voice and the way you make mom laugh. Sure, I'm going to have my frustrating moments, but in all the truth I can muster, I know you both love me more than I can explain. Knowing that, I can set aside my biggest fears.

Until next time, that's (my beautiful and blessed) life thus far.

Ew... Gross!!!

I finally figured out what's going on "outside." I was rockin' back and forth, back and forth a good long while last night. It happens pretty frequently in the evenings. I had no idea what was going on, but it's always uncomfortable and it kinda makes me throw up a little in my mouth. Anyway, after it stopped, I heard my mom tell my dad, "I wonder what Riley thinks is going on when we have sex." That's right, SEX!

That means they've done "it" more than once. Unbelievable! I'm going to be scarred for life. My parents are having sex while I'm inside my mom's tummy. Totally, 100%, absolutely, super dee duper gross! Could you just hold off a couple months?

Until next time, that's (my sometimes revealing) life thus far.