Babies. How sweet. How inconceivably dull for a blog. I’m glad that people blog about their babies because I know it makes them happy, and its good for their families. I get that. But lets be honest: ten blogs in a row about how a baby said, “Aaaghah” and wiggled their legs in their crib, not worthy of prose. Moms, my mom is on your side. She said if I had kids, I’d do the same thing. I’d blog about my kids. She’s half right, because I’d blog about them sometimes, but I’d also intersperse it with other tidbits from my life. I wouldn’t overdose on Gerber memories and baby diapers.
I’m a shallow bastard, I know. Who wants to read about my book reviews and pathetic poetry? Maybe they’re blogs that are quite dull to soccer moms. That’s okay. That’s why I’m blogging about babies for once, and hopefully I’ll see at least a critique of a Gray’s Anatomy episode or daytime soap on familychannel.blogspot.com.
Baby baby Everywhere! Baby baby boring blog!