Target Market

I've heard plenty of talk about how people have kids and then become boring. Long held passions for politics, cinema, cuisine and other such adultish pleasures are all supplanted with the monolithic BABY. And, for me, the rumors are turning out to be true on this one. I imagine (hope?) this might ease as she grows up and I settle more firmly into my role as parent, but right now she is pretty much all I can think about. A person might as well be honest about such things, right? 

I used to fancy myself a fairly decent cocktail party-type conversationalist. Not that I've ever really been to a cocktail party. But I used to go to a lot of bars, where we could consume cheap beer and talk about...what? What did I talk about all the time? Oh right -- the world outside my home.

I still read the internets, and have a vague idea about things. I really tried to pay attention to Egypt, but it was hard. Not overthrowing a dictator with peaceful protest hard, but it required great feats of concentration all the same. I am just not the sponge I once was. I am, however, great company for Margot's grandparents, since together we can prattle on happily about her various acheivements. My target market these days consists almost solely of Margot enthusiasts.

Speaking of acheivements, in the last week, she has started waving, pointing, and walking. If you were bearing witness to this speed-of-light type development that kids this age go through, you'd be a spacey marshmallow too. 

Comments

[Bubbe]

This is one of the sweetest pictures of Margot ever!

[Carn]

what's an Egypt?