So it's Christmas. We have acquired more "Baby's First Christmas" stuff than I knew existed. Some of it, we bought. The rest, gifts. I got a "#1 Dad" shirt.
Better make the most of it today. Honestly, we went into this with the three "R"'s in mind.
On that note, though, young parents are great at recylcling. Curtis and Julie just dropped off a bunch of stuff their three-month old outgrew. Guess what Scott and Alison's unborn is getting in February?
Curtis also burned a "Trees rustling with Heartbeat" CD that seems, so far, to induce trancelike silence in Sasha. Awesome. We haven't found any silver bullets yet, but this sounds promising. Any tips?
Also, Lila taught me a two-step move that quiets babies. Lila said she used to be a nanny.
She agreed that "nanny" wasn't the preferred nomenclature. "Instead of 'nanny', we said I was Tess's 'best friend'. We're still 'friends' now, just without the paycheck."
My mom checked in, she's working in the delivery ward at the county hospital in the Bay Area. She works every Christmas, so other nurses can be home.
The day is young and they've already had a family name their son "Jesus". It happens every year. They take bets on what the final count will be.
A friend says that Jesus probably wasn't born today, much less in the year "0". "Shepards weren't tending sheep in December. For real." He surmised it didn't matter anyway, because it's not so much a birthday holiday.
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