August 28, 2015
My brother will be in town in a few weeks and we’re trying to coordinate a time for him to stop by and see the babies. With Los Angeles traffic, and the meetings he has to attend, he finally figured out that his visit time would be limited to about an hour and a half. When he realized this, he said, “That’s more than enough time. It’s not like these kids do anything.” My brother, a father of three, has never nailed anything so perfectly in his life. He could capture the full Arthur and Charles experience in a minute or two. Anything more than that is like watching a Vine 50,000 times.
I think I’ve figured out why they call it the “Miracle of Birth.” They want us to think something amazing has occurred because the next several months are going to be incredibly boring.
I’m not saying my babies are boring. I’m saying ALL babies are boring. What does it say about your personality when the state people find you most enjoyable in, is when you’re asleep? Not a great sign. I’ve read other blogs where people share their profound feelings upon looking at their newborns and I honestly don’t get it. I think these profound people need to raise the bar of expectations, because after a while, my kids are the equivalent of watching a Golden Girls episode you’ve already seen nine or ten times.
I’m racking my brain to think of the most interesting thing my Boys have done in the past 14 weeks.
Charles
The most interesting thing Charles has done in his life is spit up into my wife’s open mouth when she was trying to give him a kiss. It was a fantastic moment! It was messy. It was funny. And I got to laugh at someone’s expense. If he could do something like that every day he’s be earning his keep. I might even take him to Buffalo Wild Wings to watch a game with me. Unfortunately, it was a one time thing. It bought him a few days, but after a week I realized he was just a one trick pony.
Arthur
I’ve been thinking for about 10-15 minutes, trying to figure out what the most interesting thing Arthur has done in his short life and absolutely nothing comes to mind. The look on his face in the above photo is a pretty standard one for him, so I guess in his defense he’s just as bored with me as I am with him, so fair enough.
I have high hopes that Arthur and Charles will grow up to be very interesting and even entertaining people. This will certainly come in handy during the summer months when the TV Schedule gives me Bachelor in Paradise and Big Brother and little else for my viewing pleasure.
But my big takeaway in these first 3 1/2 months is that babies are the least interesting level of human being. At least for the first 6 months or so.
If babies were a movie they’d be A.I.
(ZZZZZZZZZZZ!)
If they were a singer they’d be Gordon Lightfoot.
(My back up career plan is to teach a low impact aerobics class featuring nothing but his music.)
If they were an amusement park ride they’d be Disney’s “It’s A Small World.”
(I think people convicted of violent crimes should be forced to endure this ride until the monotony of the song causes an aneurysm.)
If they were a food, they’d be rice cakes.
If they were a U.S. President they’d be Franklin Pierce.
OK, I’ve beaten it to death. I’m sure anyone reading this gets the point. Of course, the truth is that I love my Boys. Imagine how I’ll feel when they’re more interesting than rice cakes and Franklin Pierce. I can see some profound thoughts in my future, but don’t worry. I’ll keep them to myself.
Least Favorite Child Results
August 26 – Charles is Least Favorite Child. We’ve gotten to the point where everything is breaking down. Three months of Mamaroos and Swings constantly running have taken their toll and resulted in equipment malfunction. It’s also taught us that Charles, like a shark, needs to constantly be in motion. It’s a great workout. Like a spin class, but instead of riding a bike they throw a baby in your arms and tell you to keep moving for 8 hours.
August 27 – Arthur is LFC. Charles’ run as the cranky baby was getting impressive. His consecutive days streak made me think of him as a fussy Cal Ripkin. He showed up every day ready to grind it out. But every All Star needs a day off, and Arthur stepped to the plate to make sure the fans got the baby shrieking that they come to the park to see.
Total Days as Least Favorite Child
Arthur – 36 Days
Charles – 36 Days
Days Since Neil Patrick Harris Received My Post and Hasn’t Responded – 45
TGIF, Neil. TGIF.
Ruth2Day said:
before you know it they’ll be doing so many blooming interesting things you’ll be wishing they were little and boring again 🙂 cute kids 🙂
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TanGental said:
So true. Milk it; when they start moving it is terrifying
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jmcadam said:
Stephen like your blog. I have added it under “A Kitbag of Blogs” on the menu of my blog.
https://drinkingwithflies.wordpress.com/
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stephenmhurley said:
John, I am honored and most appreciative. After reading “Sitting On The Throne” I can see we’re kindred spirits!!!
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A Solo Dad said:
The child in the orange shirt pic is giving you the intense stare-down. I actually had to look away. I don’t want to meet that infant in a dark alley
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BabyScratchings said:
Ha! Brilliant – six weeks postpartum my husband decided to interrupt my tearful speech about how amazing our baby was with the phrase, “but he can’t even roll over, its so inconvenient” and I would’ve peed if I hadn’t been doing my Kegels as we were talking…
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stephenmhurley said:
Ashling, you’re totally allowed to have those tearful irrational moments as a Mom. Most of us husbands are kind of just insipid bystanders.
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petraperkov said:
This is ingenious; you nailed it with rice cakes 🙂 So true!
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Laura (PA Pict) said:
I chuckled with familiarity and – gladly – nostalgia as I read this piece. My experience of having small babies was the same. I have never been so crippled by ennui as I was in the first 6 months of motherhood. I have friends who go gaga over tiny babies. I don’t get it. I really only truly start to enjoy them once they become more interactive. Of course, I love them to bits from pre-birth but I am referring to actually enjoying their company. Decidedly not the same thing. Tiny babies just sleep, eat, yell and poop – and not even in the ratios we would like. Their cuteness keeps us invested in the hard labour trusting that their will be a pay off at some time. My youngest is now six and I still don’t get rose-tinted about those early months.
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stephenmhurley said:
Thanks, Laura. I’m glad you likes the post and my wife and I are totally where you “were.” We love the boys, but are looking forward to the months ahead much more.
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dutchmomamericandad said:
Our youngest is 5 months, and it has nothing to do with not loving them as babies, but they are sooo much more entertaining once they are a little older haha. Thank you for writing this!!
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GetitTogetherHannah said:
Oh my GOD yessss
I realized that any time with my I laws and his entire family is of few words and they just stare longingly at my 5 yr old. Everyone just stares and stares like people stare at a tv in lieu of talking to each other. And she knows this and puts other show of nonsense and they laugh and smile and judge me for looking out the window or trying to speak to the other adults. When the new baby comes…it’s gonna be this whole shit again “let’s all get together and STARE AT THE BABY” or follow me into the bedroom while I try to breastfeed so they can continue to stare. Babies are cool…kids are cool…it’s just the adults using them as a convenient excuse to not interact with each other in the social awkwardness that was their idea. Ugh *le sigh*
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