I love babies. Good lord I love babies. I think babies are darling and wonderful and I want to have a couple of my own. Speaking and playing and working with babies is a great and wonderful past time.
My dear friend G also loves his baby. His eight month old baby who is, admittedly, gorgeous and a delight to behold.
But the kid is fucking eight months old now. COULD WE PLEASE CURB THE SENDING OF PHOTO FILLED EMAILS? FIRST OF ALL, you live all of THREE GOD DAMN BLOCKS From me. I see the child at least once a week. I baby sit the child, my husband is the godfather. WE ARE IN THE BOY’S LIFE.
The child was born and I received many photos. They were darling and I said “this is great that he sent these. I will save a few”. Since then, at least once a week, my mailbox is packed with “Baby Photos 1 of 7”. Seven pictures? What’s so bad about that you say?
OH no.
If only.
One of Seven EMAILS. Each email containing three to five pictures.
Here is the child in a sweater.
Here is the child in a diaper.
Here is the child in a bath.
Here is the child eating it’s foot.
Can the child sit up? Make faces? Pose? Of course not. Every. Picture. Is. The. Same. The same big eyed, glazed over, gummy smile but with various props to indicate the passage of time and the sentient nature of the being.
So? What’s the big deal? Just erase them and quit your whining, you cold, heartless, moderately infertile harpy.
Oh my friends, if only. Except that if I don’t respond to the emails, I receive them again, with the message:
“You didn’t comment on the pictures! Did you not get them? Which is your favorite? Isn’t number four cute? Do you like his new shirt??? I will send again!”
I can only assume that when the child turns eighteen this may begin to dwindle. Until then…
I suffer in silence…but for my venting on this board.