Are you the goddess?

This weekend we were talking and realized that soon, we’re going to have a person on this earth who thinks that we are the end all, be all in terms of knowledge and authority (at least until the teen years).  This is scary because clearly we have no idea what we are doing, and rarely have plans.  And in fact, we find ourselves in this predicament solely from our “do what feels good” stance.  Clearly that is not a mantra we can instill to Zia during the formative years.

 

This conversation was an indirect result of the following video (go ahead and watch, I’ll wait….).  While obviously these people were not what most would consider “sane” or “normal” or “datable”, it reinforces the underlying theory that 1) everyone THINKS they are normal, rational beings and 2) things you think are fine at some points in your life were clearly absurd in hindsight.  So how can we, being brand new to this whole thing, confidently take a stand on anything parenting related?  Will our decisions in hindsight be as brilliant as Maurice’s decision to open with “I’m an executive by day and a wild man by night” or that chach asking “are you the goddess”?  How can I expect my child to take me seriously once she finds out that I once went to a Limp Bizkit concert?

We tried to make ourselves feel better by hypothesizing that perhaps you get smarter with age, and now that we are all growed up we will have all the answers.  This brief moment of confidence was shattered when Rachel reminded me that I drove to Tiffin, Ohio to jump in a frozen pond 3 weeks ago.  

 

 

So much for that theory.

 

Maybe it will all come together in the next 4 months.  But for now, our plan is to just ACT like we know what we are doing.  When our kid eventually starts questioning us, we’ll just throw out the battle-tested “because I said so, that’s why”.  Let's just hope Zia blindly accepts that as we did.

 

And in case you were interested in an actual baby update:  Our little alien has been very active lately, with Rachel feeling movements for a week or so now.  I asked what it feels like, and all she could say was that “it’s unlike anything I have ever felt before” which was really helpful in establishing yet again that this is her first pregnancy.  After many disappointing attempts, I think I was finally able to feel some movement myself the other day.  I'm not entirely sure Rachel wasn't just making her stomach move to make me feel better, so I either got to feel my kid move for the first time or yet again pretended to be fooled by my wife's faking.  Either way. We don’t have another doctor’s appointment for a while, and I am skipping this one, as the Grandma’s are accompanying Rachel so that they can hear Zia’s heartbeat.  However, I think they really picked a bad appointment to attend, as Rachel is doing the gestational diabetes test, which will make her cranky because it is an hour long and she is not allowed to smoke during the test.  I’m not sure who this doctor thinks he is expecting a pregnant woman to go an entire hour without lighting up and enjoying the cool, crisp sensation that is flavor country, but I’ll be glad to be far away on that one. 

And thanks to all the folks I got to hang out with this weekend. Grandma #1 turned 60 and we had quite the bash, which like all family parties turned into gambling and drinking.  I don't even mind that my niece peed on me.  Zia will be lucky to know all you fine folks.