A Multitude of BlessingsPublished 19 years, 5 months past
First off, our deepest thanks to everyone who’s linked, commented, e-mailed, or has otherwise expressed happiness over our happiness. We may not respond right away, but your good wishes and blessings for Carolyn have meant the world to us, and one day will to her, as I’m keeping a copy of everything for her memory box. So watch your language!
The first night with Carolyn went very well; she let us sleep for a few hours at a time, and only woke us when she was hungry. It’s obviously too early to say what kind of baby she’ll be, but so far she’s pretty quiet, fairly mellow, and just as precious and cute as every parent fundamentally believes their baby to be.
Lest you wonder, this isn’t going to turn into a baby blog. I won’t ignore her presence, of course, but I’m not planning to have her take over this journal. Much. I have plans percolating in the back of my head to set up a page for Carolyn—what else would you expect?—where we can put up pictures, share the latest baby news, and all that kind of fun stuff. I never had a page about pets or babies, even when I first started out on the Web, so I guess this is my chance to make up for lost time.
I haven’t quite decided if I’ll come up with a unique design for Carolyn’s page-to-be, but if I do, I guess I’ll have to use CSS like Jay Allen proposed (and which was just too darned funny; why didn’t I think of that?).
I’ll have to think carefully about what I post about her, though. Derek Powazek pointed out to me a few weeks back that today’s kids are really unlucky, because anything they do that’s posted on the Web gets archived and preserved pretty much forever. So if I write a post about the contents of her diapers or something similarly stupid and personally embarrassing, it could end up printed out and taped to her high school locker. And all of her friends’ lockers.
Maybe by then kids will be so used to the lack of historical amnesia that it won’t bother them, or even occur to them to try such tactics. Maybe my concerns will seem as dated and goofy as parental concerns about their children being persecuted over the family’s having emigrated from Germany instead of Poland in the late Thirties. I can hope, but in the meantime, I have to act as though it will continue to be a concern for decades to come.
I’m used to taking a long-term view, but the focus of that view has certainly changed in the last twenty hours.