Monday, April 21, 2008
Parenthood and the Death of Comics
So Griffin is about to be 3 months old next week.
Where has the time gone? I look at him and he seems SO big now. I can't imagine he's grown that much in such a short period of time, but here I am, packing up clothes that he can no longer fit into.
The clothing of a child is an awesome racket, and one I'd like to get in on. We buy him clothes, some that he has on for the span of five minutes before he's either spit up or peed on it and then he needs to be changed, and he has a small window of about two weeks where he can fit into them. He has several outfits that the only time he wore them was for me to take a few quick pictures of, and then they were in the hamper, never to be worn again.
It wouldn't be so bad if baby clothes weren't spun out of pure gold and laced with platinum buttons. Or you'd think that by how pricey they are. I find myself wanting Griffin to only have one week's worth of clothes just so he can wear something more than once.
But then I look at him in one of his outfits and my frugal heart melts. I immediately want to pack him in the car and head to Target or Babies R Us and buy him another $200 worth of clothes he'll never wear. Speaking of Target and Babies R Us (from here to be referred to as BRU)... I now spend most of my time outside of my house at either one of these stores, with the occasional pop-in to Costco.
I'm totally a mom.
And with that, comes the death of comics. At least, most likely my career in comics. Well, once Ben becomes the famous comic artist that he's destined to be and I no longer have to hold down a real job for a paycheck, then in a dream I might be able to find the time to put stylus to Wacom and color some art. But as it seems now, this parenting gig leaves me time to cry, eat, shower and sleep. And that's about it.
I will say that I think the c-section is probably the greatest medical marvel ever to be conceived. There's this show on TLC that documents the journey to motherhood in 30 minutes called A Baby Story and I've been watching it in the mornings while I feed Griffin to get a sense of what I "missed out on" by not going into labor or having Griffin the "natural" way.
And let me tell you... I didn't "miss" much. No pain during, just the after pain of recovering from surgery to get him out of his dark, squishy hotel. But I honestly had the BEST birth experience EVER. I'm telling you ladies right now: C-SECTION IS THE WAY TO GO! When we have our next baby, I'm totally going to elect for another one. But I think the rule is no more than 6... yeah, nothing to worry about there.
Griffin's head didn't come out cone-shaped, my vajayjay is still intact, no tearing or incontinence and I've got an awesome battle scar to hold over Griffin's head for years to come. My only complaint is the pain afterwards, but everyone's going to have pain afterwards. I'd just rather mine be in my stomach than my hooha.
So yeah... my life is upside down and around the corner right now. But at least I've got probably the best husband in the world. Sorry ladies, but it's true. Ben IS the cat's pajamas and the best Dad ever. Without him I'd be speaking in tongues and running through the streets mourning the loss of my sanity by now.
Where has the time gone? I look at him and he seems SO big now. I can't imagine he's grown that much in such a short period of time, but here I am, packing up clothes that he can no longer fit into.The clothing of a child is an awesome racket, and one I'd like to get in on. We buy him clothes, some that he has on for the span of five minutes before he's either spit up or peed on it and then he needs to be changed, and he has a small window of about two weeks where he can fit into them. He has several outfits that the only time he wore them was for me to take a few quick pictures of, and then they were in the hamper, never to be worn again.
It wouldn't be so bad if baby clothes weren't spun out of pure gold and laced with platinum buttons. Or you'd think that by how pricey they are. I find myself wanting Griffin to only have one week's worth of clothes just so he can wear something more than once.
But then I look at him in one of his outfits and my frugal heart melts. I immediately want to pack him in the car and head to Target or Babies R Us and buy him another $200 worth of clothes he'll never wear. Speaking of Target and Babies R Us (from here to be referred to as BRU)... I now spend most of my time outside of my house at either one of these stores, with the occasional pop-in to Costco.
I'm totally a mom.
And with that, comes the death of comics. At least, most likely my career in comics. Well, once Ben becomes the famous comic artist that he's destined to be and I no longer have to hold down a real job for a paycheck, then in a dream I might be able to find the time to put stylus to Wacom and color some art. But as it seems now, this parenting gig leaves me time to cry, eat, shower and sleep. And that's about it.
I will say that I think the c-section is probably the greatest medical marvel ever to be conceived. There's this show on TLC that documents the journey to motherhood in 30 minutes called A Baby Story and I've been watching it in the mornings while I feed Griffin to get a sense of what I "missed out on" by not going into labor or having Griffin the "natural" way.
And let me tell you... I didn't "miss" much. No pain during, just the after pain of recovering from surgery to get him out of his dark, squishy hotel. But I honestly had the BEST birth experience EVER. I'm telling you ladies right now: C-SECTION IS THE WAY TO GO! When we have our next baby, I'm totally going to elect for another one. But I think the rule is no more than 6... yeah, nothing to worry about there.
Griffin's head didn't come out cone-shaped, my vajayjay is still intact, no tearing or incontinence and I've got an awesome battle scar to hold over Griffin's head for years to come. My only complaint is the pain afterwards, but everyone's going to have pain afterwards. I'd just rather mine be in my stomach than my hooha.
So yeah... my life is upside down and around the corner right now. But at least I've got probably the best husband in the world. Sorry ladies, but it's true. Ben IS the cat's pajamas and the best Dad ever. Without him I'd be speaking in tongues and running through the streets mourning the loss of my sanity by now.
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I Find Myself wantin' to do His biddin'... Looks like Griffin is comin' along Nicely... Next thing You and Ben know, He'll be wearin' both Your Comic t-shirts, earnin' Him instant Status amongst a New Batch of Comic Dorks...
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I Find Myself wantin' to do His biddin'... Looks like Griffin is comin' along Nicely... Next thing You and Ben know, He'll be wearin' both Your Comic t-shirts, earnin' Him instant Status amongst a New Batch of Comic Dorks...
GO GRIFFIN!!!
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