Tuesday, May 11, 2010


Nature is a cruel mistress.

She lays the trap. Time passes. You are none the wiser.

She lurks quietly, waiting. Minutes, hours, days tick by. Victory will be hers.

Enough time elapses that the memories start to fade. Nightmares recede. You begin to feel rested, alert even.

Cue the music.

Now you are right where she wants you.

The little man is over 13 months now. That means it was over a year ago that we went through that whole process known as "labour" (I'm not sure that even that term does it justice). Sleepness nights are the exception rather than the rule. We're no longer stumbling around the house murmuring how we understand sleep deprivation as a form of torture. No more waking in a cold sweat, tripping over the sheets to check if the tiny bundle is still breathing. Days are spent with a smilling, burbbling, interactive little person that is truly rewarding.

It's not long until the musings begin. The wee one needs a sibling, doesn't he? It wasn't so hard! They're so great! So cute! They learn so fast! What's not to love?

Now we're not ready for another one just yet, but we can see how the idea creeps back in and takes hold. So thank you Kenny Loggins. Your refrain serves as our reminder . . .

Highway to the Danger Zone
Gonna take you
Right into the Danger Zone

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