So… Road Trip!! Our first with our cuddly little, sweet-smelling [when she hasn’t spit up and has a clean diaper] baby. We’re so excited [also terrified].
It was so much fun [except that two hours into it, Baby A had had ENOUGH]. Li’l A and I were singing “Ten Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed” to the baby [to distract her]. Big A was all big Daddy-O and driving us home and trying to listen [to Nas on the stereo at whisper-volume]. After the ninth monkey fell out of bed [for the fourth time], Big A sang along [except he sang: Jesus CHRIST! Is she retarded? The doctor said NO MORE MONKEYS jumping on the bed!!].
We fell about laughing like maniacs [we were on the cusp of a communal nervous meltdown]!!!
That picture of yourself in academic drag you took when people were consistently mistaking you for an undergraduate (because genes, but a...