They eat well, they sleep deeply, they shit and piss publicly and with goodwill, they make merry all day long. A baby is a rabelaisian figure. A tiny Falstaff.
You know, Atenea would never let me get away with it, but I still feel remiss that I didn’t name the kid Godzilla. Impressive! Vaguely religious! Strong! Gender Neutral!
Spent a good half hour impersonating 70s sports broadcaster Howard Cosell interviewing my three day old child about their meteoric rise in Mexican football. Sometimes I threw an impression of Mohammed Ali into the mix, have him and Cosell make fun of each other back and forth. Good times.
We live on the first floor so the garbage truck outside is really loud. To stop it bothering the baby, we’ve taken to cranking the white noise machine. On ocean setting, you can pretend the back up beeping is seagulls!
Cool spiked hair thing this kid has going. What a punk rocker
@MordecaiMartin mazal tov on the new baby!