Last night, Kendrick was doing whatever he does in his office while I was sitting in bed reading, and I called out to him to ask if he thought I'd been more emotional than usual lately, and slowly...very slowly...a pair of saucer eyes and a wide-open mouth came peeking around the corner.
The other day I was thinking to myself: what lullabies do I know by heart? And the answer is...none.
First, let me show you a diaper bag that costs approximately as much as a month's rent for a large studio apartment in New York City:
(It's Burberry, for those of you who are curious or have more disposable income than I.) Now that we've got that one out of the way (so pretty; so ridiculous), let's move into more reasonable pastures.
I was just remembering how, in a post I wrote a couple of months ago, I said something along the lines of how I had to "splay out on the couch" to watch TV. And I'm not sure what I was going on about...because that? Was not splayed. That was, like, mild discomfort expressed through a desire to lay down rather than sit up.
Yes yes, we all know that dad-friendly diaper bags are a nice present for a guy who's about to become a father, but sometimes you want to give a present that's about celebrating him.
