New parents love to talk about their kid. I’ll admit, I will talk to anyone about Little Miss until I’m blue in the face – or until they pass out from boredom. I will gladly debate the smell of breastfed baby poop versus formula poop.
That’s the funny thing about being a dad, you think that your child is the most interesting thing in the world and will correct anyone who thinks otherwise. “Who cares about the damn Super Bowl, Little Miss ate peas for the first time last night and spit it everywhere – it was hilarious – look I took a video on my cell – wait, where are you going!”
Throw two sets of new parents in a room and you will see what I mean. This is exactly what happened over the weekend while having dinner at a friend’s place. Before we knew it, the conversation turned into a match to see who had the better baby.
The rest of the night was spent going back and forth sharing our parenting highs and lows. Maybe we were trying to find that one thing that confirms Little Miss is the real baby genius. We all discussed sleeping routine, eating habits, crankiness, and everything except how fast their toe nails grow. Despite all efforts we discovered that Little Miss is just a normal baby. No baby genius or super powers. I’m still hold out on the super powers, how else would she get her old man to willingly act like a goof for her amusement?
Our plan for next time is to set up a series of mini competitions, much like a baby Olympics. Now excuse me, I need to help Little Miss work on her spit bubble blowing or she’ll never win the gold.
Photos courtesy of: Soller Photo & PugnoM
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