The nature of time

With relatives, time is relative.

Witness everything with Lil' Genghis. dad was asked how he had time to do any blogging. Yet sometimes there's too much time, about eight times a day, when the seven minutes for the bottle warmer to catch up seems to take a lifetime. When she cries, a second is an eternity.

So, you might say, besides mixing metaphors, just what the hell is dad doing at 5:30 a.m.? Obviously, blogging; even Uncle Rodrigo might've been able to figure that out, if you gave him ... enough time. But dad just helped Bellinha have a mid-morning snack, and so it was time for a nutritious adult breakfast of caffeine-free Diet Coke and formerly frozen pizza. After those tortuous minutes of waiting for a bottle to get warmed, it's hard not to be fully awake. (Some light dancing/bouncing with baby and the same little song refrain are things parents instinctively know.)

So, what is it about time and music? Seems like every band has done something. The best lyrics may go to Pink Floyd:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day/You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around a piece of ground in your hometown, Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Jackson Browne offered the observation that "the only time that seems to short is the time that we get to play."

And this has what to do with the baby? Well, she's sleeping. This has what to do with the blog? Well, you've read it. Given that at four people have told dad they've read a post called "You don't want to read this, Dear Reader, it seems as if our standards can't be low enough.

And if there's anything our family thrives on, it's lowered expectations. Thanks for reading! G'night. =)