So much pink

Going out and shopping for a baby girl immediately after finding out that you are having a baby girl is inadvisable. I could have used a little bit of time to process what had just happened and how different everything was going to be (I'm talking for me personally here). All of a sudden, gone are my days of rock star-esque partying. (You can laugh at that comment, it was a joke.) Here come my days spent shopping for things like this:


That is a real jolt to the system. It's weirder when you juxtapose the sight of me standing there holding these little things, blank look on my face, trying to digest what the next twenty years are going to be like, against that of Ariane happily sorting through racks upon racks of oh-so-tiny and ♥CUTE♥* things.

I put myself still about a day away from getting used to this idea, but nowhere near getting over the nervousness that I feel when trying to mentally play out every possible scenario from now until 2034. What's nice is that I find it reasonable to assume that a daughter is far less likely to break as many laws as I have broken or do as many stupid things as I have done. I'll count that one as a major plus, and one that is helping take a little bit of the edge off of these thought experiments. But if you see me in mid to late June, don't sneak up on me. I'll be likely to jump through the roof.

It's a shame, though. I guess all rock stars have to grow up, chill out, and lose their edge.**


*not my description
**if you need the tune