Softening up on angry parenting before Baby gets here.

Okay, so the whole, “You smoke; you can’t hold Baby,” thing might be over.  I think.  Not sure.  But it’s up to Mama.  It’s not up to anyone who feels entitled to hold someone else’s kid.  My brother, for instance, smokes outside only and not often.  Unless he just came in from smoking, he gets to hold Baby, according to Mama and I.  If you smoke in your house or car (especially both), Mama’s foot is still down.  Feel free to try to fight with her if you are crazy enough to try.  I’m not.

I’m still reserving some patience for people who suggest meat for an infant.  Because, well, if someone thinks a six-month old should eat a steak, well, that’s so stupid that I’m not going to lose my patience.  Same with suggesting that meat-based diets are miraculously healthier than non-meat-based diets.  Sure, I know some meat-eaters (many, in fact) who eat healthier than some vegetarians I’ve known.  But that had more to do with dumbass vegetarians than meat being inherently good for you.

I shouldn’t say it, but people have been quiet about the no car thing.  Good.  Now that I’ve said it, this silence is going to stop, and we’ll have to start citing statistics to show that putting a kid into a car is what’s dangerous, if you wanna, you know, get scientific and factual about it and all.

We also picked a bouncy chair in very pink pink pink.  But, in our defense, the others were ugly.  The rest of her room could pretty much work for any human being, regardless of gender.  It’s that awesome.

But, maybe we’re not softening up as much as I think.  I think resoluteness feels more natural now, and I don’t feel like we’re being stern unnecessarily.