However it happened, I got to spend a lot of today with an adorable baby in my arms. Sure, she was squawking for some of it, but it was all quality time. She’s very communicative. In the sense that she talks a lot. What she’s saying is a bit of a mystery, but I’m sure we’ll work it out. Video shuts her up. Doubly so for video of her being talkative. Interesting. I wonder if she knows what she’s saying in them. And yes, we played some Christmas music, and we liked it. So screw you, Scrooges. It’s all good in moderation.
She almost rolled over today. From her back. She hasn’t quite negotiated the shoulder yet, but the days of safely stepping away from the changing table are fading fast.
When I wasn’t holding a baby, I worked on CBcom a bit. I set up the next newsletter for premium subscribers, but I’ll hold off sending it til Monday to give Chris a chance to include a personal message. The site is doing really well now that it’s been rebuilt from scratch. Can’t even tell you what a boondoggle the last site was. Enough said on that subject. The new site is great.
The meeting I was supposed to have with the tech/design school didn’t happen – I gave her the wrong number. Proofread, people. For the love of all that is holy. Proofread. So we rescheduled for Monday, no worries. Dang it.
That did free up a few minutes to tinker with a new Twitter account – Voicemail From God. Check it out. I suggest starting at the beginning. There’s a bit of a narrative there. Wait til you see where it’s going. Such nonsense. Irreverent, unapologetic, all in good fun comedy nonsense. You have been warned.
Marjorie said earlier that she wishes she could get paid to cruise Facebook and write tweets. Not even a week ago she was talking about starting a mommyblog, and you can make a comfortable living doing that, so, to her I say, en garde. On the other hand, we haven’t actually made any money as Chaos yet. Not with our own creative work, anyway. We’ve contributed to all sorts of wonderful work by other people. Nevertheless, one feels a certain pressure to validate.
It’s coming. And it’s frickin awesomecore.
Speaking of amazing creations, I should resist the urge to put my daughter’s adorable face to work, right? She’s a gorgeous girl, and I (like every parent, I suppose) am sure she could do well as… I don’t know… the next face of Gerber, or Baby Gap, or whatever. I just don’t think I want to put her on that ride. Or us. Celebribaby parents can be horrible people, subjecting their kids to all sorts of unhappy conditions, not least of which is the schedule. Or the utter abandonment of routine. Kids need a certain amount of routine. Structure. It makes them feel safe and gives them room to grow. So… I don’t think I’ll submit too many pictures of her to too many contests. Not too many.
What a doll, though. If she keeps these eyes I am going to have to lock her up in the attic until her 21st birthday. If they do change to brown I will settle for sending her to school with a bag over her head.
I wonder if that’s how it all started out there in the Middle East? Being facetious, of course.
Well, here’s hoping your Friday was super great, and that your weekend will multiply your happiness. Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays. May the spirit of the season infuse your loins with the passion of thirteen storms. And stuff.