Tuesday, November 22, 2005

2006: The Year We Make Contact

Progeny...he's about seven inches long now, I think. Everyone calls it a he, but it probably won't be. Things work that way. So, the question is...who's yer old man gonna be? Who's yer Mother gonna be...You are not even close to being fully developed and neither are we. Will our half-assed dreams come to fruition? Do we even know what they are?
Well, we have our love. And that's more important anyways.
Marriage in a couple of days, but somehow it doesn't feel like a big deal. I know it should be, everything I've been taught sez it should, but maybe it shouldn't. It feels like we've been married since the day we started dating. Because there hasn't been hardly any days since then where we have been apart. And we like it that way.
Like Paul and Linda McCartney. My Brother has always been the John in the family anyway.
I feel bad for progeny. The older I get, the less I understand the world, at least this world. However, progeny gives me meaning...a reason to try and understand everything, it makes me want to be smart, strong and powerful. Biological inspiration. Progeny will love my drawings of spaceships and astronauts and my explanations- we are in space because we want to find out something about ourselves, what is our place in the universe, and where our paths of the future lead. So. Progeny will be my unoverse, and it will teach me those things.

Our physical inventory grows larger.
Neutral baby clothes
lots of soft things
baby-back board
diaper wipes

I am still eager to find out what baby food tastes like. I am not eager to meet other parents, the parents at the schools progeny goes to. People who may or may not be older than me, but because they are parents, will be no matter what. I am looking forward to fighting with progeny over who gets to play with the toys. I love toys.
It is interesting that having progeny will almost instantly make you think about your own mortality.

When Progeny is a teenager, it had better not be into dungeons and dragons- it better be rock'n'roll and sex.