It's a blog about nothing!

Here's a problem.  11 weeks ago, when I started this blog, we had a lot to talk about.  Cheeky's late!  Mommy's in pain!  Holy crap it's hot outside!  How did Vanilla Ice beat the Knack on "Hit Me Baby One More Time?"  It's a bo......er, I mean girl!  She crapped!  She cried!  We're tired!  Blah blah blah.  You get the idea.  The point was to share all the interesting and intimate details of being first time parents with you, our viewing public.  The problem is that at age 10 weeks, there's really not that much interesting to talk about.

Yes, Chloe is cuter and smarter than you or any of your children could ever hope to be.  That's fact.  She's also mastered the basic bodily functions associated with the digestive and excretory systems.  But these topics are starting to repeat like a Cheerios breakfast.  I'll do my best to provide interesting and insightful commentary while we anticipate Chloe's pending mobility, so bear with me.

Now, for some audience participation.  Claud and I don't really fight about anything, either because we agree on most of the important stuff or we're too lazy to push our opinions.  We do, however, have stand-offs.  For example, this morning tensions mounted when I accused her of not watering Paco, our pepper plant, because she wanted to kill it.  I've certainly hinted at the need to water it (and it's brown, cracked leaves are a big clue) and our ficus plant, Clark, which is right in front of it always seems to get water.  So I don't water it to see if she will, and the stand-off commences, resulting in the Charlie Brown Christmas tree sitting on our fire escape.  It goes both ways, too; empty cans of soda or dirty pots will sit for days in our kitchen while she waits to see if I do anything with them.  She may ask me to put these away, but she doesn't always remind me at opportune times (like when the TV isn't on, or when I'm paying attention).  I was going to get around to it!  I can't be held accountable for the timing of such activities.

So, leave a comment and share your best spousal stand-off.  The person with the best example will have the distinction of being one of the first commenters on the site in over a week, and I will make sure that a special credit card offer just for you will arrive in your mailbox within the next few days.  How's that for a deal!

Comments

[MetroDad]

Sadly enough (and I'm ashamed to admit this here but then again, this is a new blog and who's really reading it, right? Just kidding!), our standoff seems to be over who is going to give the dog a bath. Our little beast hates being washed. He shakes. He shouts. And he's liable to run off at any minute. Hence, we come to a Mexican standoff. And since we're both stubborn as hell, our dog is able to avoid getting washed for months at a time. We've actually been in our elevator and have had people say, "Holy Shit! What in God's name is that awful smell?" Of course, we always blame it on the construction guys in the building. And that's usually our clue to relent and BOTH give him a bath. Sad, isn't it?

On a side note, welcome to the wonderful world of fatherhood. Glad to "meet" you. And a fellow NY'er too! Cool!

[ecgram]

This child is incredible! Today we went to the B'klyn Museum and did culture! She loves paintings and watching leaves blow around in the trees-She also sits up practically unassisted while I type this blog-ette.
Amazing, sweet-natured and smart as a whip-Just like Claude as a baby. She tried to type along but I pushed her little hand off the keys-I am bigger than she is! You are a funny, funny man and have truly missed your calling-Why not write the outline for a sitcom in between working in Queens, doing night duty for the kid, moving the car from side to side, being a loving helpmate, showering, playing racquetball and just being an all-around fabulous guy! I'm sure you can do this? Right?? Keep me posted.

[ecgram]

Some ideas for the nom de plume first lady: Princess Bride, Commadress in Chief, COO (chief operating officer) which ryhmes withe "goo") , Mrs. Chloe, , The Saint, The Drone, The Momster,-etc.