Tonawanda News — Thanks in part to the wonders of social media, I’ve been able to share in the joy of several sets of new parents I know.
I “like” the pictures from the delivery room. I comment on the “first night in her own crib” photos. I leave semi-snarky, semi-helpful remarks on how to handle all-night feeding sessions and constant puking.
Seeing all this online chatter got me reminiscing. I can still vividly recall watching “Law & Order: Criminal Intent” at 4 a.m. in the rocking chair with a cranky Penny trying to nuzzle into my shoulder after unsuccessfully trying to ... um, naturally feed off me.
I can still see (and smell) Rigby’s overflowing diapers when he had an upset stomach. I still am motivated by remembering when Penny thanked me for going to work every day so I could afford to buy her new shoes.
I smile when I think about these memories, and it inevitably makes me consider whether I would want to go through these experiences again (you know, just assuming for purpose of this discussion Mommy was willing to go along).
I consider it a minute it and then ... nah.
As much as I love Penny and Rigby, they can be draining. Have you ever tried to, while cleaning your son up after using the bathroom, tried to pick him up and unfold him out of the on-all-fours praying position he’s assumed on the floor? Has your daughter told you each of the past 12 days that “today is the worst day ever” because her trip to see Santa and dinner at one of her favorite restaurants did not end with a bouncy ball out of the vending machine?
More children? Hah! Methinks not.
I mean, just having to do Penny’s hair every morning is ... well, I’ve come to enjoy that, actually. I am even sort of good at it now. But Rigby’s suit, well, that has so many stinkin’ pieces and ... no, he really looks amazingly handsome in a suit, especially with the new fedora he was recently given with his name stitched on it.