Call me a sadist

• Sadism: (noun) the deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from cruelty

Yesterday and today, Flybaby has been such a happy baby. There has been a minimum of fussing. Hardly any crying (at least on my watch). He sits and plays happily. He eats just fine. He smiles when I sing to him. He laughs when I tickle him. He took two two-hour naps yesterday and is working on a repeater right now.

This is such odd behavior that the thought zinged through my head: where's the challenge?

(conversation with myself)

Oh, no, you did not just think that.

Sorry, self, I didn't mean to.

One and a half days of Flybaby being happy, and you already wish he was being tormented by something?

Torment? Who said anything about torment? I'm just ... suspicious.

Or sadistic. Just enjoy it while it lasts. Sheesh....

(conversation over)

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So Easter has come and gone -- another holiday that gives our relatives an excuse to give Flybaby gifts. They range from the useful (Baby Gap bodysuits from JP's sister, Sabee) to the nice-to-have (fluffy new blanket from JP's mom, MM) to the downright weird (talking rabbit whose cheeks blink with red lights as he tells the story of Easter from my stepmother, Anne). I would post a photo of this rabbit -- or better yet, a video -- but it truly would be a waste of cyber space. The rabbit itself is really cute and soft. And the Easter story is fine. But the voice of the man telling the story sounds like Edward R. Murrow delivering the news back in the 1950s. Totally not appropriate for a children's Easter bunny toy. I'm hoping for a recall on the toy ... or a way to remove the recording inside....