First time they sleep through the night, first laugh, first time watching Friends™ together.
Yep, baby’s finally noticed the TV, and is staring in awe at the antics of Rachel, Ross & Co.
I’m, obviously, delighted to be sharing this with her. As my wife looks on disapprovingly…
The first laugh was pretty special too. Mostly because I got it! Ha Ha, I win. All it took was a silly little song. I’m lucky I felt bonded with the baby straight away, but there’s a sense (confirmed by talking to my male dad friends) that the end of the first three months is when you really start to feel like a dad.
It takes a while for things to sink in with men.
That was a joke (with, perhaps, a tiny pinch of truth…). It’s more that after the “fourth trimester” they start to give so much more back that every interaction feels imbued with huge significance. As Ross Number 1 observed “it’s crazy babies haven’t evolved to smile from day one, it would make parenthood a lot easier.”
It’s been an incredible journey so far. Every little leap is filled with excitement. For us, if not other people. And I finally get it, after years of sneering at parents, I can understand how a baby rolling over is the most exciting thing in the world. When you see it day by day, how slow and how long it takes to develop a new consciousness capable of turning thought into action, the smallest things can seem like climbing Everest.
Or maybe we’re just starved for entertainment?
“The One With the Cat Food”
Oh hey, it’s Ron Glass of Firefly™ fame!
Ron puts in a decent turn as Ross’s divorce lawyer. Poor guy. A lawyer hasn’t been this busy since Emily Maitlis interviewed Prince Andrew.
The show is pretty heavily lampshading how ridiculous the whole Rachel and Ross plotline has become if you ask me. It feels like one of those situations where they took a decision for the sake of a twist and are now having to dial back a little.
Although it does give Ross a chance to move forward, now motivated by his desire not to have “three divorces” on his tombstone.
Ross, you can have whatever you want!
Personally, and I’m gona assume my death-date here, I’m going with:
“Alive: 1989 – 2065
Dead: 2065 - ???”
That should keep things covered for the Zombie apocalypse.
Hey, you can’t plan for these things! No matter how hard Phoebe tries.
I’m a little put out by them kicking out Rachel though. If I was in a shared flat and my roommates partner was moving in I wouldn’t assume that meant I had to leave either!! Not right away anyway. It’s not like they need the room. And don’t they know there’s a pandemic on???
Maybe it’s because couples living in houseshares is a lot more common these days.
And hey, it might have been fun! There were times in lockdown we could have done with another person to liven things up. At the very least, it would give Rachel a chance to sort out Chandler’s ties.
I came home the other day, my cat, adorably, running out to greet me at the car. But I saw my neighbour through the window, standing at the meowing and heading to his front door.
Intrigued, I waited in my car, hidden under a pile of unused facemasks.
Motherfucker only came out with a box of cat food!
I summoned all my courage, put on my big boy mask, and confronted him.
“Oh, I always feed the cats round here, I’m an animal lover”
“Ok, well could you not, because this lad is severely overweight already.”
“No problem, it’s mostly the other one I see anyway.”
“Oh. Well, I don’t mind her getting a bit extra…”
Hey, I’m not one to turn down free food. Even if it’s cat food!