My baby is turning one in less than a month. C’mon c’mon c’mon get through it… Jesuscristalmightybythebeardofzues what the hell? I’m to that point where my Zain-awe is starting to elicit glazed over eyes and looks of boredom. I’m sorry I still find my child fascinating! I wish I could not sit dumbfounded when in the company of people my own age and stare at my kid like an idiot, I really do. And yes, I’m being serious. I sometimes feel like my social skills are seriously impaired. Not to mention my mental capacity. Yeah yeah we’ve been through this. I’ve mentioned this before, and I will continue to sound like a broken record. I’m waiting for that feeling waiting for that feeling waiting for that feeling to come…
It’s makes sense that I’m listening to one of the most maddeningly repetitious songs I’ve ever heard: Tender by Blur.
But like I was saying: Z is almost a year old. All I want before that day comes is to see one…ONE…tooth up in his mouth. Just one! It’s the small things that apparently matter to me. Nevermind that he happily mashes up anything you place in his hand between his gums, I’d like those two bottom teeth that have been lurking at the top of his gums for about six months now to pop out and say hello.
I smell shit. Off to do my duty.