It's all about perspective

It's Friday night and Kate and Zach are asleep (at least for the moment). An 80s movie on TV has a scene where a quarter is put into a juke box to play a song.

That sure makes today's 99 cent MP3 downloads look cheap AND you get to listen to the song how ever many times you want!

Guess that's my random thought for the night!

Bath time fun!

Joe and I are bad parents. Zach got his first bath last night at almost 4 weeks old. To be fair, I had been wiping him down with a wet cloth, but we hadn't done a full bath with him in a tub. We kept putting it off since the experience was never fun with Kate. She cried and screamed the whole time. We got to be pretty good at baths in under 5 minutes. Kate was 16 months old before she seemed to "enjoy" the bath. Even now it can be hit and miss.

So, we were prepared to do the bath really fast last night...and I mean fast. In and out in a few minutes. It turns out our trepidation was all for nothing. Zach didn't mind the bath. He didn't start crying until he came out and was wrapped in a towel.

Maybe there's hope for fun bath times sooner than later!

Deja Vu #2

This was 23 months ago when Izzy was born.
Kate is 9 days older than Izzy.


And this is yesterday...Baby Sam arrived.
He weighed in at 8 lb 8 oz and 22 inches long.
Zach is 18 days older than Sam.


And just for good measure, here's the Green dads with their kids.

This should be a baby post but...

I should post something about Zach, but it'll wait.

In Hotel Rwanda, Don Cheadle's character and Nick Nolte's character (I think anyway) had a conversation about Americans (and the world) seeing the atrocities happening in Rwanda and doing something about it. One of them responds with something like "No they won't. They'll see it on their TV, think how sad it is, then resume eating their dinner." I remember thinking "no we won't!" at the time.

Every time I see something sad in the news, like at least 12 people killed at an immigration center in NY today, I think of that line. What can I do? Sure, I can say a prayer, but it doesn't feel much different than thinking how sad it is and then resume eating dinner. More often than not, I've moved on to the next news story shortly after reading the sad one.

Typical American? It would seem so.