I say friends but we have a weird relationship with these people - it's more complicated than that. I started off babysitting their kids for years - still sometimes do. They invite my husband and me to their parties, we invite them to most of ours. They're old enough to be my parents but they have kids who are 6 and 9 (I'm 28). They've really made us part of their lives. When their one adult daughter moved out, and after we had our son and we were having a hard time financially, we rented the part of the house vacated by their daughter, and there we live today, while we're buying a house.
ANYWAY...
They've taken my 10 month old son on a day trip into Manhattan to see the tree in Rockefeller center, St. Patrick's Cathedral, and some other sights. He's bundled up. He's got a sack full of organic baby food and bottles of breast milk and organic formula. They've got the stroller and the baby bjorn. In the group are 3 adults who are parents and one 9-year-old with extensive baby experience. Their children are all alive and well after all these years! That's what I keep telling myself, but...
I'M STILL SO NERVOUS!
I should qualify this by saying that I'm a worrier. When we're in the car, the fact that we could get into an accident that could kill or maim one or all of us is never far from my mind. When my husband leaves for work, I worry he'll get hit by a car and not come home. I worry the baby will get some disease he's not vaccinated against, but I worry too much about the crap that's in those vaccines to vaccinate him and if I did I'd be worried he'd be autistic or suffer an autoimmune disease. Ever since I stopped being a young kid with the party life and got people who need me, I worry I'll be kidnapped, raped, murdered, dismembered. I worry that my husband will have a heart attack or just leave me for another woman. You get the picture.
I guess I'm worried that they'll get into a car accident, that they'll let him swelter bundled up too much or let him feel so cold, that he'll get snatched, that someone will drop him or let him eat something that's inedible, that they'll let him sit in a wet diaper for hours, that he'll be coughed on by sick people, touched by dirty people, or god forbid that they'll FEED HIM RESTAURANT FOOD. GMOs! Ack!
I guess what I'm saying is: distract me, amuse me, sympathise, commiserate, lecture me or say something to soothe my fears. Just please, if you're going to post saying that I'm perfectly justified to be worried because of this that and the other thing, wait until tomorrow morning to post it, when he will hopefully be waking up snug in his crib on the first day of his life as a ten month old
I'm going to go put some hair dye on my head (which I will try not to get on my scalp or breathe the fumes from, for fear that I'll eventually get cancer from it) and then come back here.
Man, I'm such a dork.
ANYWAY...
They've taken my 10 month old son on a day trip into Manhattan to see the tree in Rockefeller center, St. Patrick's Cathedral, and some other sights. He's bundled up. He's got a sack full of organic baby food and bottles of breast milk and organic formula. They've got the stroller and the baby bjorn. In the group are 3 adults who are parents and one 9-year-old with extensive baby experience. Their children are all alive and well after all these years! That's what I keep telling myself, but...
I'M STILL SO NERVOUS!
I should qualify this by saying that I'm a worrier. When we're in the car, the fact that we could get into an accident that could kill or maim one or all of us is never far from my mind. When my husband leaves for work, I worry he'll get hit by a car and not come home. I worry the baby will get some disease he's not vaccinated against, but I worry too much about the crap that's in those vaccines to vaccinate him and if I did I'd be worried he'd be autistic or suffer an autoimmune disease. Ever since I stopped being a young kid with the party life and got people who need me, I worry I'll be kidnapped, raped, murdered, dismembered. I worry that my husband will have a heart attack or just leave me for another woman. You get the picture.
I guess I'm worried that they'll get into a car accident, that they'll let him swelter bundled up too much or let him feel so cold, that he'll get snatched, that someone will drop him or let him eat something that's inedible, that they'll let him sit in a wet diaper for hours, that he'll be coughed on by sick people, touched by dirty people, or god forbid that they'll FEED HIM RESTAURANT FOOD. GMOs! Ack!
I guess what I'm saying is: distract me, amuse me, sympathise, commiserate, lecture me or say something to soothe my fears. Just please, if you're going to post saying that I'm perfectly justified to be worried because of this that and the other thing, wait until tomorrow morning to post it, when he will hopefully be waking up snug in his crib on the first day of his life as a ten month old
I'm going to go put some hair dye on my head (which I will try not to get on my scalp or breathe the fumes from, for fear that I'll eventually get cancer from it) and then come back here.
Man, I'm such a dork.
