Just in case you didn’t realize this was a daddy-blog
“Your sons are killing me,” Magda has grown fond of saying. It’s interesting for me to notice how much more accusatory that sentence sounds with a plural subject. Last week a quick visit to the doctor returned a “95%” likelihood of this latest swelling turning out to be a brother rather than sister for young Adam. Our experience with obstetricians is limited, but so far each time this one has claimed to see 95% of a penis, she’s been dead on.
Though we’ve known all along that the possibility of a second boy hovered somewhere around 50%, now that it’s all but sure it feels quite different. Like terrifying. Recent saccharine images notwithstanding, Adam can be a real handful, an enormous little macho pain in the ass, a terrorist-extortionist, an animal, and the idea of giving him the malleable clay that a younger brother would likely be for him to mold in his own couch-divin’, bone-crackin’, pig-bitin’, rootin’-tootin’ Yosemite Sam image is unsettling, to say the least. Magda already feels assailed from two sides, and the latest version isn’t even out yet.
At the same time, she’s very pleased. Regular readers will recall that Magda has a morbid fear of Barbie
As Magda has pointed out before, “we already have all the boy-baby-crap.” Quite true. But what harm could there be in letting this latest boy play with Barbie
Guess why, among other reasons, me and my husband have four kids? (Boy – girl – boy – girl combination)? Because he wish with all his heart to have one more daughter :)
I’ve also always been quite sure, that my daughter will never wear pink cloths and I’ll never buy her Barby dolls. Well… life goes in directions which we can’t predict.
Comment by Hirkani — Friday 15 September 06 @ 10.15 MDT+2.00
I am totally NOT reaching my limit of adorable photos. Keep ‘em coming. I’ll just replace my teeth as they fall out.
Comment by Jagosaurus — Friday 15 September 06 @ 14.18 MDT+2.00
“Your sons are killing me.”
Not a good start. Seems like the jumped the line. Isn’t “Your sons are getting on my nerves” followed by, “Your sons are getting on my last nerves”.
Your lovely wife went right to the front of the sons/mother line. This does not bode well when the two lads are concocting mischief in their room. I suggest surveillance cameras secreted in one of their toys. It’s your job to keep the wife happy and alive.
Comment by DarkoV — Friday 15 September 06 @ 14.36 MDT+2.00
That should be “Seems like she jumped the line.” Your wife is not a the although her sons may treat her that way in the teenage years.
Comment by DarkoV — Friday 15 September 06 @ 14.38 MDT+2.00
The upside of another son (aside from the obvious) is you can take my original name suggestion for young Adam: Angus. The MacGregor Clan will be proud!
Comment by Matt — Friday 15 September 06 @ 18.56 MDT+2.00
Well, at least she doesn’t have to think, “I may be killing your sons.”
Our son now has a face mottled by second-degree burns thanks to a nanosecond of negligence on my part. What was I thinking, anyway, wanting to puree a goddamned soup? And why did he have to touch the button at EXACTLY the second I reached to prevent the harm that soon came to both of us (my second-degree burns are not on my face, although they probably should be because I feel like I should be wearing the freakin mark of Cain now). Somebody call Child Protective Services.
Comment by jdog — Saturday 16 September 06 @ 07.04 MDT+2.00