On My Back, Brains Sucked Out
This morning, I am wearing Berith on my back for the first time. It’s even easier to get things done around the house like this … like wearing a warm, breathing, cooing backpack. Whee hee.
Meanwhile, in other news, I am getting my brains sucked out with her incessant nursing, and to prove it, she has a chin that goes down to her chest, folds on her things, and her cheeks are getting juicy. Yay! My daughter is getting fat. Let’s hope the chin-chest and fat thighs last only for babyhood and don’t recur at any other time in her life, but if they do, there’s always fasting and detox.
“On My Back, Brains Sucked Out” has been splattered on 2 times.
“Brains sucked out.” That’s an interesting expression. I can’t speak from experience, but I have heard that having children causes womens’ intellectual faculties to suffer. Even if that’s true, the proper response might be “so what?” — the intellectual faculties are only one part of the whole person. And, as a mid-40s male who is very definitely experiencing the gradual onset of impaired intellectual function, I am pleased to report that it is not altogether an unpleasant experience. By the time I get really senile I may well be enjoying every moment of my senility immensely.
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Claire | 9:58 PM, Monday, February 26, 2007
Wow. I saw the title “on my back, brains sucked out” and thought you were having some kind of physical/mental breakdown. =)
Those back carrier things are pretty neat. One of the Korean ladies in my church uses one. She’s quite adept with it, since the baby she’s carrying around now is her third.