The World According to Caden

Returning from a lovely birth tonight, I went to Caden's bed to cuddle with him since he was still awake. Kensley popped in to ask about my night, and we discussed the benefits of low, moaning noises compared to high-pitched screams during contractions.

Apparently, Caden was drinking the conversation in. As I rubbed his back, kissed his curly head, and wondered how in the world I was going to get all that dirt out from under his fingernails (he'd made a gourmet specialty tonight ~ macaroni and mud), He asked if it were OK to laugh when you had a baby, if it happened to be a very funny baby inside, and told you a joke when it came out.

Yes, I'll keep this kid around, if for no other reason, the sheer entertainment of his presence. The problem is, you are never allowed to laugh. Ever. His conversations are very serious..unless he's talking about gas, poop, or other bathroom functions. Then it's OK, and he'll tell you that you probably should laugh. It's not OK, however, to laugh when he asks why in the world you'd go running out to an ice cream truck when you have perfectly good Chunky Monkey in the freezer, or tells you your birth scrubs look like 'A Japanese Death Suit' (?? yeah, I was lost, too).