New Serna Baby

Work with me here.

I do believe the quandary of this newly created blog lies in the fact that our son is on back order and our lives have not become ‘baby-centric’ as of yet. Which is to say… we’re kind of boring. I’m sure I could fill volumes with the joy of performing out-of-ground-effect hover power checks and with heart-wrenching tales of nap-of-the-earth flight under goggles. Renee, however, named this blog “New Serna Baby”, therefor focusing our creative literary energy on our expected child.

So, son (I’m speaking to him in the womb), we have certain needs and expectations regarding this blog that you need to step up to. We’re trying to document for all eternity the moment by moment prenatal development of YOU. YOU’RE THE STAR - and you’re giving us so little to work with. What have you given us so far? Let’s see… well, you kick during loud movies… or when Renee eats dried fruit… or when she mashes your little head to try to get a reaction - which she must do regularly since you seem to be so unbelievably contrary to doing anything interesting.

Seriously, do something cool like… oh, I don’t know… double in size this month and make Renee really fat (HAHA). How’s that? You were already gonna? Oh. You know you could have shared that with me before I went on that little tirade. Well I guess that’ll be pretty cool.

What else you got? Eardrums? Oh, so you can actually hear us talking about you, eh? Too bad you don’t know what nouns and verbs are or you might have gotten a clue before you get out of there. No matter, we can use those little eardrums to introduce you to some of my best friends: Ella Fitzgerald, Led Zeppelin, Beethoven, Ben Harper… Trust me, they will be your friends your whole life. You just got to get to know them. Don’t worry, at the volumes I listen you’ll be sure to hear.

See, now you’re starting to give me something to work with.

What?

You want a name?

You got a name. Serna. S-E-R-N-A. Serna.
Oh, you want more of a name. Well, if you want more of a name, you need to start giving me and your mother some more stuff to write about. ‘Bout right now you best start learning nothing in this life is gonna be free, kiddo. So you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours, and maybe we can see to a mutually beneficial end to our current situation.