Baby Blues

I have talked in the past about my friend Tammy the single mom, and how I spend lots and lots of time with her and her daughter. Her daughter considers me to be part of her family. Really. If you ask her who is in her family, she says “Mommy, Grandma, Grandpa, Aaron.” It’s not top billing, but it’s still pretty satisfying. However, it’s not really enough. See, I want my own baby. One that is mine all the time. That I can love and care for and who will love me in return. Even the thought of being a dad makes me smile, every time. I think I would be a good dad, too. Well, like today, for example. The three of us had gone to dinner. Katie, who had not had a nap and was acting like it, fell asleep at the table. After we finished, Tammy loaded her in the car and we ran really quick to Eckerds (watch for a future entry about drugstores). Katie is trying to sleep in her car seat, but she’s not situated correctly, so she keeps waking herself up when her head falls off to the side. And she kept doing it. It was mildly comical, at least in the sense that it was precious (Mmm, gonna need some insulin after that). After watching this for so long, I put my hand on the side of her head so she would at least stop looking like an endless loop of some lame funniest home video footage. This accomplished, she finally was able to sleep for a bit. The problem, of course, was that I had to keep my hand there which, considering the angle I was at, was a physical impossibility. Quickly, I devised a theorem and decided to put it to the test. If, I reasoned, I could gradually lower my hand allowing her head to very slowly fall to the side, perhaps she would not wake up. It didn’t work. But, this time when she half awoke to reposition herself, she moved her head in the other direction, allowing Katie to find her own balance. Which I guess worked out well for both of us, anyway.