Picnic

On Mother's Day we had a picnic.  It was very windy, so the pop-up tent we brought to shade Roan blew away as soon as it popped up.  This cut the picnic short, because babies are like vampires - they can't be exposed to direct sunlight.  But we stayed long enough to let Roan play in what must be the best grass in all of Manhattan:

Breaking News

From cnnbc video, this shocking sound bite:

"A new study confirms that pulling your hair back into a ponytail is not the same thing as taking a shower."

I don't know about other new moms, but that study just dealt my personal hygiene a crushing blow.  Next they will tell us that eating your baby's left over mashed sweet potatoes is not the same thing as lunch, and waking up every two hours at night is not the same thing as sleep.

A word to describe someone sans children who acts like this (doesn't shower or sleep, eats baby food) might be "eccentric," or "bag lady."  But when this same behavior is observed in mothers, we call it "love."

Happy Mothers Day!

Safety Hazards

We are sleep training, again, so the Robot is super cranky.  We tried everything to make him happy, but none of our old standbys worked.  We danced to his favorite show tunes, looked out the window, put him in his Einstein 2 (aka The Amusement Park), read his favorite books, let him play with the faucet, and even gave him control of the remote.  We have dozens of toys designed to make babies happy, and all of them failed.  Finally, I gave him a large plastic bag with this warning label:

Babies have horrible survival instincts.  In any given room, they are irresistibly drawn to whatever has the most potential to kill them.  Along with plastic bags, Roan is also obsessed with the blind cord, which he somehow wrapped around his neck yesterday.  When I unwrapped it, saving him from death by strangulation, he started to cry.

I know Roan can't read yet, but it seems like he is bent on proving these safety warnings wrong.  This plastic bag is absolutely a toy.  And it's the only toy that's made him happy all morning.

Comments

Last weekend I asked readers to comment on whether or not Roan needs a haircut.  And I was pretty miffed that no one did.  Not one single comment.  

Then I realized that the blog was set up so that you couldn't leave a comment unless you were a registered user... whatever that means.  I wish I could blame this on someone else (like if the blog had an HR department), but it was my fault.  I've now changed the settings so anyone can easily leave comments whenever they feel like it.

As the haircut debate rages on I welcome your feedback, provided that you agree with me.  If you side with Jay (cough cough, PamCakes), then your continued silence is appreciated.

Sweet Potatoes

Comic Relief

Giggler from Cameron McClure on Vimeo.

This is what Dads are for.

Hair Cut

Jay thinks Roan needs a haircut, because there is hair covering his ears. I disagree. His hair is perfect - why would we change it? Besides, Roan is descended from a long line of people with remarkably big ears. He's going to need the coverage.

But Jay is adamant about the haircut. He says, "I don't want my son looking like Oasis."

Right. I mean, who would want that for their child?

Jay says: "please don't tell me you want our son to have emo hair."

I say: "not exactly," because when Jay says emo he's thinking of this:

Clearly, this is a boy who has something to hide. Like his ears. He also looks like Shane from The L Word.

I say: "But our son is not getting a haircut like this:"

This man's ears are never bothered by his hair. But this small perk has cost him too far too much.

Just to put things in perspective, here is a close up of the Robot's contested hair:

Jay has threatened to cut it himself with our nail scissors. I have threatened to take the Robot and hitchhike to Argentina and not shower for weeks, until we both have dreadlocks. The argument escalates.

Roan seems to sense all the tension surrounding his hair. When he's eating he runs his fingers through his hair like he's savoring it:

He gives me a look that clearly says: "please don't let Daddy cut my hair."

So, Robo-blog readers, all 8 of you, we need your feedback. Jay and I can't resolve this issue on our own. Does Roan need a hair cut? Yes or no? Please comment.