Who's just woken up and is demanding his feed, so duty calls. Loudly.

It's a good thing they're so cute (and their crying so annoying), otherwise babies would never get fed.

It's a good thing they're so cute (and their crying so annoying), otherwise babies would never get fed.

I dvr Big Cat Diary on Animal Planet, and yesterday's ep had a great instance of a too-cute lion cub being all annoying around the adult male lion in his pride, jumping on him while the lion was in mid-feast, then trying to capture his tail, and finally gnawing on the other side of the carcass and getting a swat on the head for his troubles. It was very much "Go away, kid, ya bother me!"

Nope, I have totally forgotten all my second kid's milestones already, and he's only 3 years younger than the first. Whereas the first 8 months or so of Casper are BURNED INTO MY BRAIN.

I mostly come down on this being a benefit for Dillo, rather than a shortcoming. I am so much less stressed out by him.

Also, since it's more head circumference than overall weight that is most, uh, difficult for the mother, I wonder if a melon-headed 7 pounder might be harder than a squishy 10. I know Casper (completely unmolded head after 3 hours pushing, most of an hour freakin' crowned) was much harder on me than Dillo, and he weighed more (but only 10 oz more). But I know second kids are usually easier.

Matilda refers to pictures of her bald, infant self as when she "was just a born baby." All infants are born babies.

One time, this guy handed me a picture of him, he said, "Here's a picture of me when I was younger." Every picture of you is when you were younger. "Here's a picture of me when I'm older." "You son-of-a-bitch! How'd you pull that off? Lemme see that camera!"

"Just a born baby" makes me wonder if Matilda is aware of azi already..

It's a good thing they're so cute (and their crying so annoying), otherwise babies would never get fed.

It is true, but this aside, night feeds with the little man are so very soothing. I love it. I love him.

He is fed and resettled, and I'll be off to bed shortly as well. Evening all. Enjoy Tuesday, now I've finished with it. (Poor America, always having to make do with Australia's hand-me-downs.)

I really got into the study of the neurological development of kids also. Now I just try to survive it.

Seriously...I had to ask Mal to stop talking to me in the car yesterday, because he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet, so while it SOUNDS like it's a conversation, and I get lured into thinking that it's a conversation, really I just start getting headaches after a bit of trying to follow his (total lack of) logic.

Every picture of you is when you were younger.

If you point a camera at yourself and take a picture while accelerating to the speed of light and if you managed to hit the speed of light as the aperture is open, then you could theoretically have a picture of of yourself that isn't when you are younger. That is from the perspective of an outside observer, naturally. Of course, you couldn't record it to a memory card, or show anyone the picture at that moment. There is the problem of that being physically impossible due to the fact that people and cameras have mass.

However, if you have a friend who is accelerated to a high percentage of c for a round trip and you take a picture of yourself. Then you could potentially show your friend a picture of your future self from his time perspective. Of course, you'd be your even more future self from his time perspective.

Seriously...I had to ask Mal to stop talking to me in the car yesterday, because he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet, so while it SOUNDS like it's a conversation, and I get lured into thinking that it's a conversation, really I just start getting headaches after a bit of trying to follow his (total lack of) logic.

I have exactly the same reaction from talking to my brother.

I had to ask Mal to stop talking to me in the car yesterday, because he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet

I am very fond of children, but that stage when they tell you elaborate stories about something they partly made up is hard on the brain. "And then there was a giraffe. A big giraffe. He had a mother. But we were going. I have a crayon. And then we had cake. And it went hop, hop, hop."