One of the blogs I read is from fellow author Max Barry, a terrific satirist from Australia who just happened to share the same literary agent with me several years back. Max just had a baby girl (although I imagine his wife also had something to do with it), and posted a few hilarious revelations about fatherhood, including his surprise at:
“The amount of time I spend staring at [my daughter’s] butt. I mean, not just from a distance. Up close and personal. Usually wiping things off it. And I realize that my parents must have spent plenty of time staring at my butt. Thats a little disconcerting.”
Like I always say, when you’re changing that diaper the view is always the same.
Having a new baby also has another side effect: an amazing upswing in the amount of incidental nudity around the house. Between breast-feeding, baths and potty training, you see more skin than Cinemax After Dark (not that I’d know anything about that). It’s a wonder that parents don’t have more nekkid pictures of their kids than they do.
Anyway, send Max your congrats if you get the chance–and pick up copies of his books. After all, he now has a little girl to put through college.
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