I'd fully anticipated the title of this post to be something like, "Boy, Ten Months, Foregoes Crawling and Walking for Running!" or "Grady Jay and the Twenty Teeth." I mean, he's ten months, at some point here our odds have to be pretty good that he'll cut a tooth (4:1 odds in Vegas) or crawl (a longshot at 9:1) soon. Instead, he's perfectly content being toothless and stationary. We don't mind, Dylan's active enough for two and Grady makes for a really cute baby.
There are so many great things about having a baby around that they make the grueling stuff bearable. But, there are some thing I won't miss. There are the obvious things: changing poopy diapers, watching Grady rub food in his eyes and hair when he's both tired and hungry, remembering the diaper bag for every outing, and the 2:00 AM parties in his crib. I think, given some time, we'll even look back on those things with fondness, or will have scrubbed them from our memories altogether.
There are a few less obvious things that we won't miss. Babies are fun to hold, right? Yes, and Grady is a great hugger and snuggler, but when your baby weighs as much as a big sack of Costco rice, pretty soon your shoulders look like Serena Williams' and your back feels like the cobblestones in Pamplona. Also, it took some time, but I'm at a point where I really don't mind changing diapers. I don't crave it, and I still employ some great evasive techniques whenever I smell a big diaper bomb ("I'd better go check the... [hay, horses, still]"). But what I really won't miss, more than anything, is the Diaper Genie.
If you don't know, the Diaper Genie is a semi-air-tight garbage can for diapers. We use ours, primarily, for the poopy ones, so when it's full, it's literally a festering tube of rotting crap. It's horrible. Yesterday, I shoved an especially full diaper through the plastic jaws and into the tube, but it was full. The sensical thing would have been to open it up, remove the full plastic tube of diapers, tie off the plastic and start new. The country thing to do is forcefully shove the diaper into the full tube. You know what happens when you do that? Poo Juice. Yes. The solids and fluids inside those fermenting diapers leak, and when they get compresses, the fluids rise and you get poo juice on your hand.
It's the last remaining thing about infancy that gags me. But if that's all I can't handle, we'll let Grady stay a baby for as long as he likes. And if you're in Vegas, put a twenty down on a bottom tooth by July.