So here we go, I have to make good on my promise for a funny post. I certainly hope I can deliver.
It has been decided that my child has some relation to a great magician. We don’t really know which one yet, we’re still doing the research. Oh, I bet now you want the story about why we think he’s related to a magician? Typical.
I’ve mentioned before that he loves his SwaddleMe (PLUG! PLUG! PLUG!). Also, as mentioned before, this thing is virtually a baby straight jacket, it’s designed to keep your baby locked up and immobile so that you can continue doing the things you want to do and they can’t get away. I don’t think I’m going to get free gear for descriptions like that. If you’re from the Summer Infant company, please disregard that last run-on sentence. I’d tell you to disregard all the run-on sentences but then you wouldn’t really be reading my blog would you?
Right, we strap him into the baby straight jacket every night. Strong and secure. These are hardcore Velcro pieces that we have difficulty getting apart sometimes. So, seriously, it’s not something you would expect little ones to break out of. Well, our little guy manages to get out EVERY night. Ok, not all the way out. One arm.
That’s right he wiggles and squirms all night just to get that arm out. He doesn’t wake up, he just keeps that arm moving until he can break it out. Even better, some nights we double swaddle him. SwaddleMe and a blanket, sure enough, without fail, that arm is sticking out in the morning.
Every morning as we go in to check on him there’s that arm straight up over his head. Being a nerd and also having referenced it before, it makes me think of the ___ ALL the ___ meme.
Which leads me to my other conclusion our baby is a living meme. Now, I realize that I am a meme follower and this may make me see things because I am already aware of them.
It’s like mirage, yanno, you’re in the desert and you’re dying of thirst, you’re absolutely sure that there must be water ahead, so you see an oasis. Wait, no, that’s a terrible example.
It’s like when you buy a car, you’ve NEVER seen anyone else driving that car before, you feel special, unique, ORIGINAL. Then suddenly you see them everywhere, you realize you’re just one of millions of people driving the same generic car around. Being aware of your new, unoriginal, unspecial, ununique, car doesn’t mean people didn’t have them before, it just means you didn’t see notice that they did. Unfortunately, it does crush your spirit. Oh hey, look at my sweet word making skills.
Ah yes, my baby is a living meme. It doesn’t end there, he gets wild hair in the morning, probably due to all the fidgeting throughout the night as he David Copperfields his arm out of the Velcro prison. It’s amazingly wild, then he gets this look and puts his hands out just like the crazy Ancient Aliens guy. Now, sure he would look like that guy with just the crazy hair, but with the hands too? It’s uncanny! UNCANNY, I tell you!
Finally, he gets the serious business face. All kids do it, but when you try to get him to smile or anything else, he just stays there with that serious look on his face. I realize that comparing my child to a cat meme is kind of pathetic, but I can’t help it. I keep wondering what will be next, maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll start making the Joseph Decreux pose. It’s ok if you don’t get that last one.