fresh out of the oven

I’ve heard the phrase “fresh out of the oven!” a few times a week since Z came home. We go for walks with him, shop with him, go to festivals with him. And nearly without fail, when we go out, someone (usually an older woman) will squeal with delight and say “How old is he?” followed by “Oh, he’s just darling, aren’t they so cute at that age?” I think Sam gets more oohs and aahs when he takes him out alone, you know, a father taking his baby around.

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The people who say “Fresh out of the oven” don’t usually stop and say hi, but they say it loud enough for us to hear.

Z isn’t very difficult to manage, in my opinion, but there is still the element of him being awake every three or four hours to eat, crying without knowing exactly what the problem is, having to be with him almost constantly. However, one woman who had a toddler said to me “As much as I was frustrated and cried when my son was that age, I look back and think how much easier he was then - at least he couldn’t say NO.” That’s heartening.

Posted by on September 21st, 2008 under Uncategorized

2 Responses to “fresh out of the oven”

  1. Skum_King Says:
    September 24th, 2008 at

    It’s somewhere in Herodotus, thre’s a king who loses his empire in a catastrophic battle and when he goes to ask the oracle why, get’s the response “You have baked your loaves in a cold oven.”

    Turns out he so pined for his recently deceased wife, he gave her corpse a last one for old times’ sake as she lay one the slab…and the gods didn’t approve

    Beware the candiru!

  2. Skum_King Says:
    September 24th, 2008 at

    Jesus! Apologies for the horrible typing!

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