Thursday, October 26, 2006

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Even though the Undaling is just 3 1/2 weeks old, it's clear that he's already figured out some of his favorite things.

I've found that he doesn't care much for doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles at this point in his life. Sadly, he's yet to experience snowflakes that stay on his nose and eyelashes. Honestly, how long could a snowflake actually survive on an eyelash in South Florida?

I'm sure some of his favorite things will soon change, once he has a chance to enjoy all the toys he has. Until then, here's what he seems to enjoy most now:

The Female Breast: I'm not just talking about his "meal ticket". The boy loves boobs. Lactation is not required. He will pull and grab and squeeze any breast within striking distance of his short little arms. I wonder if he knows that he has only about two years to live it up, because any groping he does over the next few years will be considered "adorable". From ages two to sixteen-or-so, it will probably be considered an embarassing invasion of personal space. After that, it's definitely sexual harassment.

Flourescent Lighting: Once he's older and his home decor taste develops, he'll probably appreciate more soft lighting that helps create an ambience. Now, the brighter and more profane the lighting, the better. He could sit and stare at a flourescent light for hours, or until he experiences boob withdrawal.

Showers: The boy loves water poured on his head; there is no denying this. Every two days, he gets a sink shower, and the look on his face can best be described as a zen-like trance. It probably doesn't hurt that there is flourescent lighting in our bathroom. Throw in the fact that he's usually being held by somebody with boobs at this time, and he's literally in baby paradise. How often do you get to experience your three favorite things at one time? I'm not sure I could ever achieve that myself. I do know it would involve watching TV while eating a hunk of parmesan cheese, but I'd rather not get into the rest of it.

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