Boy Baby

As the pregnancy clock ticks closer to December 17th, I have been having more dreams about Hammie. You would think that I would dream about a baby boy, but instead I am dreaming about a boy baby. Yes, you read it, 'Boy Baby'. Whenever Hammie is in my dream he has miraculously aged three to five years the second he is out in this world. And is not like he is going 'goo goo - ga ga'. He is like 'Hi, where is my breakfast?' Or 'Oh, hello, I am so and so and I was just born.'

What does this mean? I really don't know. It could mean a bunch of things. Maybe it means that I want to Hammie to grow up to five as quickly as possible. That way, I will not have to change stinky diapers or be peed on or miss out on sleep. Or it could just mean that I need more sleep.

Keep dreaming.

Can You Spare Some Change?

'Change', no I do not mean 'change' as in 'I need a quarter', but 'change' as in 'Holy S*' my life is a changing. Don't take this the wrong way, for I am greatly looking for the change that I will need to take come December. I guess I am just excited about the future and thinking about what will change. From what I understand, once when you have children, your free time is not your own. Every Sat my wife goes to baby sit for a family in Weston just so that the parents can have one night out by themselves. Is this something that we will need, too? Will we need to 'get away' from our kid in order to be happy? I don't know. Hopefully not, but I bet going to dinner or movie as a couple without a baby will probably be refreshing. What concerns me too is that when my wife goes over, sometimes the parents are arguing and the kids are crying. I mean, I am talking about the whole works here; the proverbial the 's***' hitting the fan' sort of situation. But, that is what happens when you have a family. It is a roller coaster and I am next in line.