A Star is born.

I have to admit, I know next to nothing about babies. I know they're small. I know they're delicate. I know their heads are ridiculously soft. That's about the extent of my knowledge.

A buddy of mine had his first child today. He's incredibly excited. So excited in fact, that he sent out tons of pictures to just about everyone in the English-speaking world. I really wish he would've warned me first. Nobody ever told me exactly how gross-looking newborn babies actually are. Granted, I'm sure it's a completely different feeling if it's actually your child, but in all honesty, I thought the kid looked like some kind of  weird dehydrated chicken-looking thing that had been dipped in Jell-O. Whatever. From what I hear, she'll be pretty cute once she's grown into her head.

Of course, everyone's going bananas over the birth. I don't really get this either. Everybody's been running around congratulating the father. Why? The mother's the one that did all the work. Well... my friend did put in some effort (roughly nine months ago, and I really wouldn't call it work.) But honestly, he didn't do much. He got her to the hospital. Other than that, he basically hung out in the delivery room telling his wife to remember to breathe. Thank God for that. She may have forgotten if he wasn't there. Who knows?

He did name the child though. He called her "Star." Do you believe that? What is this, 1967? Was "Moonbeam" taken? I am now of the opinion that children make adults do stupid things.I have seen it firsthand.  Take it or leave it, that's my opinion.