Double Blind Taste Test

Having a baby is hard work. Its nothing like on sit-coms. My wife and I are very tired. Very tired. So tired I had to repeat it. So fucking tired. This has resulted in quite a bit of snapping at each other. The little things start to annoy you. The things, that pre-baby would never have bothered. The thing about us is that our relationship is preety resiliant. We will usually snap at each other and then forget about and it wont even come up. This isnt always the case (although I wish it were), but it happens most of the time. Our biggest issue of late seems to be related to the baby of course. Much like everything else, individuals have their own sense of how a baby should be raised and taken care of, based on their own individual experiences and what they think is important. Now we are on the same page about most things, but there are the occassional things that come up that cause these snapping situations - how often to give him a bath, how long he should cry before being picked up, bottle vs. breast, if to give him formula, etc. With any luck we wont break him, go insane or completely annoy the shit out of each other. We will continue to press on, like any two individuals with their first born, learning as we go along, knowing that though others will help, in the end it us two together who are mainly responsible for raising this kid. Boy did I ever ramble there.


The Wife
"Our Children" - March 10, 2007.
C Print, 5 x 7 inch (not framed)

On to other not so pressing concerns. I had an adult moment yesterday. Before I explain what happened let me state that I dont like being a legal adult. My outlook on life is very immature. I dont think like an adult and I certainly dont act like an adult. I thought that once I had a child it would propel me into some state of maturity, where I would be responsible, not procrastinate, think things through - but it didnt happen. Getting stoned and golfing this weekend would be just and example. But yesterday, there I was at work. An ordinary day as attorney in the office. But then I had a meeting late in the day at a potential new client. Dressed in a suit, I proceeded to their office. I had to change my shoulder bag, to a brief case type look(i think it just looked more professional.) I was in a suit. The meeting lasted an hour, I think we landed the client. I came home, holding the brief case in one hand, my coat thrown over my other hand. And there was my wife with our child. I just had an image of my dad coming home from work when I was a kid. It felt uncomfortable.

Lastly: Fruit Loops. There has been a debate raging in our home and there is no end in sight. I claim that each of the individual color and shapes of fruit loops have a distinct taste, where as my wife claims they all taste the same. I let her know that this is because she doesnt have a refined palate, and therefore is unable to appreciate the sweet, sweet goodness that is fruit loops. But her retort(which is a valid argument) is what fruit flavor is the new added item of "Star Berry." She wants to have a double blind taste test to see if I can tell each flavor. The problem is that neither of us knows what a double blind taste test is. I respond by leaving for work. I think I might be in trouble if she ever figures out what a double blind taste test is.

Next time: A tribute to the greatest cereal of all time: Alphabits