Baby Friendly
My brother’s girlfriend came over for Easter dinner on Sunday, and she brought her daughter, who is currently traversing that gap between tween-dom and teen-dom.
And boy, did she love our baby.
My brother’s girlfriend came over for Easter dinner on Sunday, and she brought her daughter, who is currently traversing that gap between tween-dom and teen-dom.
And boy, did she love our baby.
I mentioned we took the kid swimming. The first week went, ahem, swimmingly. The second week? Not so much.
The differentiating factor?
Daddy. Because I’m the second-favorite parent.
Last weekend, Mom and Buried and I took our son to swim lessons.
Yes, he is learning how to swim at only 7 months old. Although “learning” is a bit misleading. More like DOMINATING.
At first it was a little weird to be bringing an infant into a public pool, especially when the woman in charge of the class made everyone start singing. Even MORE especially when I threw my son into the pool before realizing that’s not the best way to teach him how to swim.
At least now I know he’s not a witch.
There a lots of different types of parents: Good parents, bad parents, absentee parents, foster parents, single parents, gay parents, neo-Nazi parents, etc.
And then there are those cute little couples who have children and live near family. But I hardly consider them parents at all.
Real parents do it all by themselves.