the baby high is the best
J is now six months old. He can smile and say mama. M fed him gerber processed banana baby gunk. I realize that this stuff is for baby consumption but after watching his face contort and look frustrated after the first bite I had to try it. It was based upon that same instinct that makes people try something when someone says, "Oh my god! This is the most disgusting thing I've ever had! I think my guts are turning inside out, dude you have to try it!!!" I think that the gerber company may have some sort of cruel inhumane banana factory farm, where the banana's live in tiny cages and are fed genetically modified corn and have to shit into something that runs directly into their water line. I'm not sure but maybe some of you PETA-types should look into it. Because, man, that shit is gross.
After lunch J was lying on the ground arms and legs spread out. M was trying to entice him to crawl but J, well, he can't crawl yet. So he just lied there, maybe hoping that he would suddenly burst into flight and the Superman like pose would be worth it.
We went to the park and I made M and J pose for pictures in some trees that were changing colors, where the sun was filtering through the leaves, and the steps they were standing on were old and unused. M says to me, "What are you, Aunt Katy?" And I say, "Fuck yes I am Aunt Katy now look cute goddammit! And J you better smile!"
Being Aunt Katy really makes me happy.
I held J on a park bench while M snapped pictures. Now like everyone I am a little vain and can get a little pose-y when I am being photographed but with J there is no time. Because if I am trying to make sure my hair is right or that my face is right, then I am not doing my job which is to make J happy. So in every picture I am blowing raspberries on his cheek.
It still kills me a little every time I have to say goodbye to M and J. I hug M and tell her I love her and to call me all the time. I tell her to take care of herself. I kiss J. I tell him I love him and that I will miss him so much but I promise I will be back soon because I am his Aunt Katy and someone has to make his mom laugh and blow raspberries onto his cheek.
After lunch J was lying on the ground arms and legs spread out. M was trying to entice him to crawl but J, well, he can't crawl yet. So he just lied there, maybe hoping that he would suddenly burst into flight and the Superman like pose would be worth it.
We went to the park and I made M and J pose for pictures in some trees that were changing colors, where the sun was filtering through the leaves, and the steps they were standing on were old and unused. M says to me, "What are you, Aunt Katy?" And I say, "Fuck yes I am Aunt Katy now look cute goddammit! And J you better smile!"
Being Aunt Katy really makes me happy.
I held J on a park bench while M snapped pictures. Now like everyone I am a little vain and can get a little pose-y when I am being photographed but with J there is no time. Because if I am trying to make sure my hair is right or that my face is right, then I am not doing my job which is to make J happy. So in every picture I am blowing raspberries on his cheek.
It still kills me a little every time I have to say goodbye to M and J. I hug M and tell her I love her and to call me all the time. I tell her to take care of herself. I kiss J. I tell him I love him and that I will miss him so much but I promise I will be back soon because I am his Aunt Katy and someone has to make his mom laugh and blow raspberries onto his cheek.