Parenting

Here's what I know so far...

I know that at 6 weeks of age my daughter has no wants, only needs. When she is crying, it's the only method of communication she has to convey that she is tired, hungry, sick, bored, lonely, or uncomfortable. It is incumbent upon me to decipher the cries, ascertain the reason for the cries and provide a resoltuion. That resolution could be a clean diaper, a fresh bottle, a spin in her swing, a bouncy dance around the room, medicine or any of the infinite possibilities and combinations of resolutions.

I know that baby shit is only cute to outsiders.

I know that old people (that aren't family) are creepy to me and they had better keep their bony hands away from my kid unless they want a broken hip.

I know that baby formula smells bad going in and coming out. It has a lot in common with White Castle.

I know that by listening to the unsolicited advice and anecdotes from my parents I have learned more about why I am who I am and how I got here. I then do the opposite to make sure my daughter has a running chance at a normal life.

I have learned that you can keep 10 lbs of shit in a 5 lb bag, you just have to wrap the diapers tightly.

I know that religion is more destructive than constructive and will cause problems later on. (stay tuned..)

I know that while I wasn't allowed to believe in Santa Claus or experience anything within that childhood legend however, my daughter will, and I will get my chance through her.

I know that I don't know enough, but I'm learning.