I’ve been so wanting to write a political post. I’ve started quite a few times, but never quite have the energy to pull it off. And then I wonder, why do it? Will it make me feel better. Probably not. But will I burst if I don’t? No, but it sure feels like it.

I’m a Gemini. You know, the twins, the dual personality. Like a good Gemini, I’ve got a sort of ranting, “Take that, Sarah Palin” type of post floating around in my head. And then I’ve got another more hopeful, more conciliatory post in my head. You know, the one I would write if I were more like Obama. Maybe I’ll write both and post them at the same time and then be done with it. Get it all out there and move on.

Yes, I know half of you are Republicans. I think that’s good for me. I think we should all have times when we know members/friends of the opposite party are listening when we talk politics. I think that would take us a long way.

But no politics right now. I want to talk baby.

Little brother is having a needy day. I think he may be teething, but am not sure. His bottom front teeth pushed through last week. I think the top ones are coming through.

He’s so easy most of the time, sometimes I forget he’s there. Especially when I’ve got the girls. He’s just this beautiful round presence in my life and I get so much pleasure out of making him laugh and just hanging with his mellowness.

He’s starting to hold his arms out, just a little bit, when he wants to be picked up. It’s so sweet. He can put the pacifier in his mouth by himself now, but sometimes he puts it in sideways so it pushes his nose in. So cute.

He’s still not sleeping through the night regularly. I try to keep night feedings down to a minimum and sometimes let him cry it out. There are time, though, when it’s obvious that he is hungry, or teething, or something. I don’t let him go long when he makes it clear.

Today I got nothing of consequence done. The dishes are still in the sink. My project of clearing out my office to give him a full room of his own made to progress. He took a few short naps, but woke up each time with piercing cries. Teething is my guess. He wants to be held often.

So I am a bit sleep deprived from a night of the same sudden piercing cries, and am a bit frustrated that nothing has been accomplished and it’s almost time to pick up his sisters.

But I’m also thinking how absurd it is in a way when we think of babies as these pleasant smile machines that are here on earth to give us cuteness and pleasure. When truly, it is us that are here to keep them happy and cared for. Believe me, I’m no martyr, but it just struck me as absurd that we get frustrated when all they are doing is needing us, like they should be.

It is also absurd that I should WANT to do uninterupted housework when I’ve got this gorgeous, drooly baby, who despite always wanting to bite my chin and pull my hair, heaven on earth to hold.

So really, truly, it is a no brainer. But I have no brain these days.

Can’t proofread now. Baby needs me.