tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955574755169767342.post2146999970583458969..comments2023-04-02T00:41:25.219-04:00Comments on A Life in 5-7-5: Day 195: Infant communicationFiveSevenFivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13546328723441373648noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955574755169767342.post-1643608038289448622010-09-26T22:51:37.666-04:002010-09-26T22:51:37.666-04:00Ha! I love this one, Molly. I was just thinking th...Ha! I love this one, Molly. I was just thinking they should make blackberry teething toys for babies. I thought this ironically at first, cynically, really. But then I thought, "Hey, that might actually be really funny. And it would make for better pictures when I dressed Brian and Max in the same outfits. I'm going to go now and stick my head in a poopy diaper, because that's where it usually seems to be anyway. Cheers!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15838236526993083937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955574755169767342.post-70538580189100732242010-09-22T09:08:38.392-04:002010-09-22T09:08:38.392-04:00Wow, dude. I think either you need to have a baby ...Wow, dude. I think either you need to have a baby or you need to stop hanging out in Park Slope. There's some pent-up something going on here. I dunno what, though. Baby rage? <br /><br />That said, I hate hyper-texting parents. And hyper-phone-talking parents. X saw an extremely pregnant woman in an SUV smoking a cigarette and talking on the phone WHILE DRIVING. He noticed her because she almost took out our babies while incubating hers in a smokehouse.Xander and Alana (but mostly Alana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11062663528956791645noreply@blogger.com