Tabula Rasa
Owen turns three months old this week. The fourth trimester is over; he’s a big boy now.
He used to be this little lump of baby who was pretty oblivious to the world around him, when he wasn’t crying to be fed or changed or what have you. Now he’s drinking it all in: his hands, pictures on the wall, Mom and Dad. When we read him “Dinosaur Roar” and “Goodnight Gorilla” before bed, he actually looks at the pictures. It’s awesome.
And as we were reading “Goodnight Gorilla” and I pointed out the little elephant in the corner I realized, “Holy shit, he doesn’t even know what an elephant is.” Can you imagine not knowing what an elephant is? He’s a total blank slate. I could raise him to think that elephants are little blue critters just three apples tall, and he wouldn’t know any better. I wouldn’t do that, of course, but that’s the awesome power of parenthood. Total mind control.
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enough of this baltimore blog happy hour bs… its about time for a baltimore blog playgroup
Like my (father-of-three) co-worker told me about babies:
Nine months in, three months out.
1. Heck yeah, Mike. Let’s start it up.
2. Similar for baby weight: nine months up, nine months down. I got six to go.
heheh when / where ?
this would be the dorkiest / nosiest get together ever