So we set up the baby monitor. The FP Gal found it at a garage sale for a song and it's worth every note. This one comes with a motion detector so we can tell if burglars have entered the yard (or something like that). A side benefit is that we can feel more confident that she's doing ok even if we're not around her.
The monitor makes a ticking noise at a regular interval. It reminds me of nothing more than the steady sonar 'ping' that you hear in any submarine movie. You half expect to see unshaven Germans huddling over a scope while chain-smoking. It's kind of...tense. At first at least. Then it becomes audio wallpaper.
No one ever tells you about the new toys you'll have.
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Oh, the imagery! Where were these things when I had kids???
Have you changed the spelling on your little one's name?
Nope. Just misspelled it.
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