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Virtue and splendor will change
According to space from observable things
From a distance the lines are quite fuzzy
Yet conclusions seem rather concrete
Much closer the angles are pinpoint
And labeling becomes such a mess
Categories shove details ‘cross borders
While experience occurs nonetheless
— April Resnick
sometimesihatemycat 
April,
I saw this book review and thought of your blog. An excerpt:
“To be fair, writing well about children is tough. You know why? They’re not that interesting. What is interesting is that despite the mind-numbing boredom that constitutes 95 percent of child rearing, we continue to have them.
No one needs to explain that 5 percent of joy. Mothers just know. What I need is for someone to explicate the other 95 percent. How did I survive spending most of 2004, the year my twin sons were 3, in front of a tank of sea lions? What got me through the years when the only way to persuade one son to brush his teeth was to hum the theme song to “The Pink Panther”? (Try it. The glissando on the horns really gets them to attack the molars.) And please, tell me, is there anyone over the age of 10 who truly likes Pokemon?
To write well in the mother-child arena, a person must understand that the essential condition of motherhood isn’t pleasure or wonderment or even terror — although there’s plenty of that. The essential condition is absurdity. Samuel Beckett could have come up with a great book on babies. Anne Enright has. ”
It’s here: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/13/books/review/making-babies-by-anne-enright.html?ref=books
That is so true…I could not have said it better! Perhaps I should write a poem filled with the boring parts of raising my child…perhaps I will.