There has been a little bit of insanity the last couple weeks or so in the Sasquatch household. The semester wound down, which meant I spent quite a bit of time reading and grading papers. Then we went to Topeka for Mother’s Day. Then something happened that I’ll talk about tomorrow.
But it’s summer break now. It doesn’t mean I’m any less busy—I’m definitely not going to be bored—though it does mean I’ll try to be better about posting stuff here.
My only problem is that I need to figure out what I can talk about. We’re at that point where it’s pretty much all over but the crying—and puking and crying and screaming and crying and bedwetting and crying. I’m sure Squatch will be doing plenty of that stuff, too. So what is there to write about at this point?
I decided I’d bless the internet with my daily freak-outs. Sort of a countdown to the due date in freak-outs. We’ll call it
Karli and I have gotten used to shopping for ourselves. We know what we like. We can try on clothes. We tend not to be able to avoid wasting money on stuff that doesn’t fit or that we’ll hate.
Unfortunately, you can’t do that with a baby in utero. We have no idea how big Squatch is going to be. We can’t really know what toys or objects it’ll take to. So what do you do?
You buy every-damn-thing. At least that’s what we did. Part of it was because we got a little carried away. But part of it was just that first-time parent, wide-eyed stare, over-our-heads feeling that hits in the baby section of Target. It might be due to some chemical they mix in with the air conditioning at Babies R Us. We’re not sure. What we do know, however, is that we have the Floppy-as-Hell bunny.FaH bunny has been our Squatch stand-in for everything—clothes, the car seat, the baby carrier, various slings and Moby wraps, high chairs, swings, whatever. With it being so damn floppy, it at least allows us to figure out how to work some of these contraptions before Squatch gets here and mimics a newborn’s jelly-like neck musculature. The downside is that it isn’t quite to scale. I’ve come to understand that babies aren’t stuffed with cotton and have legs longer than four inches.
Now my only worry is that Squatch comes out at 15 pounds and skips over just about every piece of clothing we bought. I’m pretty sure Karli worries about that idea sometimes, too, but for a very different reason.