It occurred to me that, having turned the ripe old age of two yesterday, this blog has officially, if not dramatically, entered toddlerdom .
Two years since my first post. Entering its terrible-twos, it appears that not all that much has changed. The parent-auteur has gotten older, the baby-blog still retains its irreverant, if ever morose disposition. A raging case of colicky personality disorder.
Re-reading this blog's tender beginnings, I was struck. Dumbstruck? Awestruck? No, just plain taking-a-fast-one-right-between-the-eyes struck. Not all that much has changed is an understatement. Nothing has changed. I have gotten more comfortable and less self conscious in this forum. However, the quality and tone of the complaints remain unwaivering.
Perhaps I need to focus on bringing different topics to the table. My baby needs to be more well rounded (always knew my progeny would have a liberal arts bent) - but more precisely the Baby Momma needs to get off her ass. Dude, status quo must give way, if only to new surroundings and fodder for new and ever-more creative complaints.
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