The Bodacious Belgrade Blog

December 31, 2008


Filed under: Uncategorized — bunitingi @ 3:50 am

So, last post of 2008.

No point of going on about the year, it’s all in this blog (even though the blog only started this past august).

I do want to end the year with one last blog (of course about the baby. back when i had a broken foot i had a lot of all kinds of posts. After the baby it’s pretty much all baby stuff. Hard to say where it’ll go next year.)

I do a lot of moaning and whining posts. This is for 2 reasons: 1 it’s good tension release and 2 i know a bunch of you sick bastards derive great pleasure from sipping my pain like a fine vintage.

And to be honest, 2 years from now when some other good friend goes through this whole baby thing and i get to watch them retread these first chaotic months, i too will thrill hear their experience of the Shock and Awe of babydom.

So with that said, i just want to take a small moment and mention the joy of it all. Because even with the pain and fatigue and screams of a poor tortured baby whose parents never feed him or hold him long enough, there is SO much love along with it.

Looking at his little face is just unbelievable. Gets me every time.

The frustration goes away, actually. I can hold him very nonchanlantly nowadays while he cries his little head off and patiently talk (okay, almost always sing) him into a blissful mellowness. But the love never diminishes.

There is so much joy and beauty to him and to the whole experience that i would be remiss if i didn’t take a moment to stress it in between all the fun little anguish posts that make this blog fun and not so nauseating. (i mean, do you REALLY want to read icky gooey love letters form me all the time, or tortured stories of being covered in dripping yellow poo? And actually, i did have my first “completely covered in baby poo” experience the other day. Changing his diaper, his little bottom bare, and out it came in a yellow, liquid spray that hosed my stomach and crotch in baby poo. Got rid of his cramps, though.)

See, look at that. You loved the poo story. You wanted to hear it mroe than me going “he’s just SO GORGEOUS!”

However, for the record

He IS so gorgeous.

This really IS a wonderful experience full of love and wonder.


More feces tales next time. I promise.

Happy New Year.





  1. You know your audience well. But for those of us who’ve gone through it, we know that poo and love actually go hand in hand. And not in the weirdo schiesse pr0n way.

    That kid knows you love him, and the more involvement you have with him at this stage, poo and all, the closer your relationship will be as he gets older. Neither of us wishes a return to the days of the Distant Father, and I knew you’d be right there in the trenches, diapers slung across your bandolier. Good on ya.

    As the critter’s backside reminds us, you get out only what you put in, and right now you’re putting in a lot of love. You’ll get it back, with interest.

    Happy new year, even though your foreign land won’t officially recognize it for a while yet. Commies.

    Comment by matthew — December 31, 2008 @ 4:59 pm | Reply

  2. Aww. We all love our little monkeys so. A lady I work with just had a little girl, made me very nostalgic for the days when Nathan could be picked up without back pain.

    Squeeze him and sniff his head and kiss him as much as you can, before he gets too old and starts protesting such treatment.

    Comment by emjaybee — December 31, 2008 @ 8:54 pm | Reply

  3. Comment by matthew — January 2, 2009 @ 4:27 am | Reply

  4. Just thought you should know, I’m re-listening to Anamnesis right now and being very moved again. Good work, sir.

    Comment by matthew — January 4, 2009 @ 4:29 am | Reply

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