I don't know what everyone complains about. Having a baby is just like it was before. Take this weekend for example. We took the Bean to her first live music show. Sure, there weren't the slutty costumes, the sex in the bathroom, or the drugs on the ferris wheel. Not the stretch limo. Or the 20+ group of 20-somethings. Or the party-all-nighters. Or the long road trips. Or the hangovers. Oh! The hangovers. But Los Lobos once played with Grateful Dead, you know. Sure, this time it was an afternoon concert. At a park next to soccer fields and across from Fred Meyer. And I drank soda and ate a sandwich. And I didn't dance. But it was free. Not because of our VIP press passes that got us into interviews with J5 or Jack White. But it was free because it was sponsored by the parks & rec district. In Beaverton. Suburbs can be cool, I guess. And besides, who doesn't like La Bamba?!?
Safety first. Baby earphones to protect those cute little cochlea.
Rockin' out.
Bean likes to play "Helen Keller." It's where she touches and gropes at our faces.
I'm suspicious she can't see well out of those beady little Magoo eyes.
Look at me! I can grab my feet! But I do it so much better when I have my diaper off ... get me neked.
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