Thursday, August 18, 2005

Summer baby

I thought it would be so awesome to have a summer baby. Fiona and I would pop the baby in the stroller and spend long hours playing on the beach while the baby cooed peacefully on a blanket. We'd rush off to the playground and the baby would watch her sister playing for hours with all of the other carefree children. We'd go to the zoo, go to the Aquarium, while away the time looking at the baby ducks at the lake or choosing the perfect corn at the farmer's market. It was going to be one freaking fantastic summer. I seem to have forgotten a few key facts about babies. Babies cry. Babies can't wear sunscreen. Babies want to eat all the time and ginormous tatas are not conducive for cleverly nursing in public without everyone in the world gaping at the lady with the naked watermelons trying to get her baby latched on over there on the park bench.

Oh well, maybe next year.