Aunt Sharon, this post's for you

Since a couple of you read the post "You Don't Want to Read This" and subsequently complained that in fact they had not wanted to read it, we realize the need for certain obscurities within the blog, particularly when the subject is so crappy.

So today, after two hours of pulling her hair out (pulling dad's hair out is difficult), mom decided at 4:30 a.m. to get a little help with a very fussy Lil' Genghis. Her dad remembered something from that infant care class taught by the sweet instructor who didn't need to tell her students that one of her parents was a hippie. Yeah, it was self-evident, but maybe that comment shouldn't have made it onto the class evaluation.

Anyway, mom was thinking it was time to call the doctor, and that triggered something in dad's brain. See, the hippie chick infant care instructor had told him that the first thing a doctor's going to ask is about her temperature, and sometimes the seemingly simple act of checking the temperature clears up other problems.

Now, said act tends to not even be noticed by babies, but leaves parents traumatized.

But if parents can get through the trauma and take the temperature, some things just have a way of clearing up. And, in this case, they did.

Dear Reader, we're trying not to treat you real shittily, and we understand that of course many of you have reading comprehension problems and another title like "You really really really don't want to read this" would also be big ignored, so we're just trying to make the best of a crappy situation and hope you can work with us.



Either way, something tells us hippie chick the infant-care instructor and other parents know exactly what we're talking about, and the rest of you are just going to have to figure it out. Something also tells us that in two months, this post will make the utmost sense to Aunt Sharon after a sleepless night with Savannah. We love you both.