{"id":120,"date":"2002-09-18T20:26:00","date_gmt":"2002-09-19T00:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/wordpress\/?p=120"},"modified":"2002-09-18T20:26:00","modified_gmt":"2002-09-19T00:26:00","slug":"another-cute-baby","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/?p=120","title":{"rendered":"Another Cute Baby"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Well, there&#8217;s another cute baby in the world. Dave, another of Kevin&#8217;s groomsmen, just met his son Max. This was a very happy day for me because it meant I could go shopping for baby clothing.<\/p>\n<p>I have this disorder you see. I L-O-V-E to buy little teeny baby clothing. This could be some strange offshoot of my general love of small things but that hasn&#8217;t yet been confirmed. All I know is that when I get around those little onesies and mini wash cloths, I go nuts. All the coordinating bibs and booties and barretts &#8211; it&#8217;s almost too much for me to handle. So when I got Dave&#8217;s email that the little guy was here, I immediately rushed out and bought a ton of baby clothing.<\/p>\n<p>I paraded my newly purchased baby finds for Kevin over dinner but he was unenthused. He didn&#8217;t even let out one squeal of &#8220;oh how cute&#8221;. Not even the matching washcloths brought forth the small gasp of pleasure. Put a router bit in front of him and he melts like butter but a teensy tiny baby outfit evokes as much enthusiasm as an empty pop can. And so I found myself admiring my purchases by myself. Sigh.<\/p>\n<p>Now I have to make a personalized baby card to enclose with the outfits and I&#8217;ll be set! Too bad they grow up so fast.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Well, there&#8217;s another cute baby in the world. Dave, another of Kevin&#8217;s groomsmen, just met his son Max. This was a very happy day for me because it meant I could go shopping for baby clothing. I have this disorder you see. I L-O-V-E to buy little teeny baby clothing. This could be some strange [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-120","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2Kqhb-1W","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=120"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=120"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=120"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=120"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}