I’m a parent

Last week Chris and I went to the NoHo arts festival. I was really looking forward to it because I had a lot of fun last year. As we were deciding what play we wanted to see, we were told that the one we were interested in wouldn’t be appropriate to bring the baby. As we looked though the list again, we found we were really limited to watching the improv comedy of someone else’s kids that I really wasn’t interested in seeing in the first place. A little disappointed, we went anyway. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t good wither. Imagine wanting to watch Crash and getting Sponge Bob instead. I know, I know, I should have seen it coming.
All I could think was, “Blurg… I have a good 16 years of crappy entertainment ahead of me. While everyone around me is talking about movies like W., I’ll be talking about movies like Beverly Hills Chihuahua. I know, this is what I signed up for when I became a parent. But I still can’t help but feel a small sense of loss. (And yes it took nine months for this to set in- I don’t have much of a life.) It’s a weird feeling when parenthood sets in.
But for the record: watching a million crappy movies is a small price to pay to see this little girl smiling and laughing at my stupid antics everyday.