You know you are a parent to a boy when you are at a store
looking at jewelry and a necklace catches your eye. But it caught my eye for all of the wrong
reasons. I didn’t notice it because it
was covered in diamonds or jewels. I had to glance at this necklace three times
because I thought it had the word “Fart” written on it. As it turns out, it didn’t have the word fart
on it, but instead it had the word “Faith” written on it. But of course, my mind immediately went to
fart instead of faith. How does that
happen? Oh yeah, probably because Chase
happened and I’m sure I spend more time smelling farts than I do wearing
jewelry.
On a completely unrelated note, we are less than a month
away from our due date so we have been talking about our baby a lot. And Chase
is already head over heels obsessed with his little brother. He wakes up every day and asks if today is going
to be the day he gets to see his brother.
And every day I reply, “We will have to wait and see. Baby gets to pick the day,” which he is
getting pretty annoyed of. We have been talking a lot about what we all think
the baby will look like. Chase asked me
what I thinks the baby will be wearing when he is born. I told him that the baby will be naked when
he is born and that is why we bring the baby clothes to the hospital. Chase paused for a minute and asked, “Oh, he
will just be holding a beer?”
Um, what? Why in the
world would his little brother be born holding a beer? But then I started thinking less about why
Chase would think that and started envisioning a baby coming out of a vagina
holding a beer (In a can of course, because you can’t have glass in a pool, so
I’m sure that having a glass bottle would be frowned upon in a pool of amniotic
fluid as well and it would just be ridiculous for a baby to be born holding a red Solo cup. The beer would spill everywhere- what a sticky mess that would be.) and couldn’t stop laughing. And although it is because of Chase that my mind goes directly to fart before faith, he is totally the reason I laugh all day long and couldn't love him more because of it.
Any who, Happy New Years!
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