I must stop this
I must stop this
I must stop comparing my son to other babies of his age, because, it means nothing, right? Children develop at their own rate, not proscribed by manuals. Teague and I went for a play date today with baby-J the son of some well-to-do couple that Mira (my wife) had met during her New-Mom phase, and Dad (Effa) cares for him a couple days a week, so we agreed to try to get together and have some play-dates. J, wonder-baby (1 month younger than Teague), was walking around like a local Mayor, and pronouncing important words such as "pig", while Teague just crawled around madly, ignoring toys, and ignoring J.

Can I complain now about dads being duds? I mean, Effa's a nice fellow but, despite our similar, computer, work history, I can't get him to even talk about his job or anything else in fact. We do the usual parental, encouraging, cooing, and babbling with the kids, trying to encourage play and cooperation, but then, I'd also love to have a friend with some interesting views, for instance, if the dad had strange or weird musical tastes, and we could just put on some fine tunes while the kids played. Let's talk about the Clash, or Beck, or Neutral Milk Hotel, or, or....But no....

The next day Teague and I went swimming with another "New-Mom" friend, "K"; only, this one is pregnant with her next baby, and very kindly, despite being 9 mon. pregnant, invited Teague and I to go swimming. And so we trucked the stroller over to their apartment building, and enjoyed the cool water, which was nicely chilled after a few nights of cool weather. A very attractive (and I think "augmented') woman approached K. and I in the pool and first blabbered over the babies , and then revealed the information that she is a nanny and baby sitter. With her I ruled her out as a baby sitter for Mira and I. I could only imagine the vituperation should I suggest such a sexpot babysitter for Teague, and the unimaginable temptation and explanations after the drive home.