When John R. Barry’s sister started a blog for her baby, friends and family looked at him accusingly. “My son has been alive for about 9 months, and I never started a blog in his honor. It never occurred to me,” he writes on Salon. It made him wonder: Does his baby really need a blog? After all, Barry did keep a private diary of his child for a while—and “immediately ran out of things to write about.”
His teeth appeared to great fanfare, but soon “stopped being a big deal.” He started saying “dada,” but Barry quickly realized that doesn’t actually mean anything. He makes cute baby noises, but “he certainly wasn’t the first to come up with that.” He took his first steps, then went back to crawling. “This isn’t progress I can catch on Flickr,” Barry writes. Sure, “he's a fun guy to be around.” But “really, what more is there to say?”
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