Josie is five weeks old today.
side note: I have realized the only way to scare off the few remaining readers of this semi annually posted weblog is to post only about the new baby.
side note side note: It is not lost on me that I have become a guy that lives in Park Slope, Brooklyn, has a baby, and blogs about her. My dreams of moving to the lower east side and contracting hep B in the bathroom of some hipster bar somewhere are lost forever.
Side notes aside (heh), the bean is five weeks today, and she is, for lack of a better word, beanalicous. Yet, here is where I must step outside of my daddy self and attempt to look objectively at my offspring. Before she was born, a friend relayed a story from a friend who was a new father.
Whenever I am at the park, I notice that all the kids there are weird looking. They all look like wrinkled old men, or bizarre aliens. I look at my own baby girl, and she is the most beautiful girl in the world. I wonder how I could be so lucky as to have the most beautiful baby in the park.
I call this baby goggles. As parents, we are unable to look past the overwhelming love for our baby, and see them as the wrinkly little poop factories that they are. To us, they are the wunderkinds, the smartest, most beautiful things ever to set foot on this earth.
Last night I was up late, and I decided to try and focus my vision. I sat in an almost meditative state, and I watched the bean sleep. This went on for hours, and when I reached the point of near exhaustion, right before I passed out and fell off the bed, I caught a glimpse, just a fraction of a second mind you, of what I believe is how the outside world perceives the bean.
I can't truly be objective here, so I leave it to you to decide.
Roll over image to remove baby goggles:
as I see her
update: further evidence adding credence to my baby goggles hypothesis, and proving that all content here is, well, stolen from the farm.
