There’s a baby who has my birthday-Shout out to Loa Pai

My friend Ron Pai had a baby on my birthday, that’s December 16th. He had a baby and then several days later I trudged through the snow to drop off his house key. I was among the first to see the baby before the typical Baby-lockdown phase happens. What’s baby lockdown you ask?

Baby-lockdown is what happens when friends of your have babies for the first time. The house becomes locked down as though the theoretical presence of outsiders will shatter the moments of peace inbetween taking care of the baby. I think that it’s probably a very likely truth of the situation. Nonetheless, the baby-lockdown phase makes me feel sortof oafish. Being large and loud I just associate the fact that I can’t get ahold of anyone with new babies with who I am. “I am so loud. Surely they don’t even want me around their baby. I’d probably break it.” These are the sorts of things that go though my head. Not to say that it’s even really the case, because you find that as soon as the iron-curtain of baby-lockdown ends the parents are extra ready to have people come watch aforementioned lockdown baby and interact with him/her. It’s then when I realize that something about babies does several things:

a) discourages guests.

b) hurts one’s ability to sleep.

c) makes a big hullabaloo. “you’ve gotta see the baby.”

All of this being said, I would like to put a large congratulations out there to the Pais. As far as I know I wasn’t put through baby-lockdown this time by them. At the same time, after the first baby lockdown you come to expect and understand it. I am super pumped to meet this baby girl that came into the world on my birthday. Perhaps someday we can draw with crayons. They’re still my preferred artistic medium. Despite my 22 years of life…somethings just still are awesome.

Shout out to Loa Maile Pai, born December 16th, 2008. You have some awesome parents. You were worth walking through the snow to see. Someday I will be that guy who says “I knew you when you were this high!” I know that will be obnoxious. It’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll be cool enough then that you will still want to color with the crayons I will bring. If not I’ll bring icecream.