Man oh man, I am just forgetting all about you guys too
often! Since my last post was in
October, obviously many things have transpired.
I’d love to blame the holidays for my lack of action… so I will! First Thanksgiving, first Christmas, first
New Year’s, first MLK day, first Groundhog Day, and soon his first birthday! Busy, busy times… Well, he’s developing quite the grill piece,
we’re up to 7, almost 8 teeth I think now, and he loves to show them off. Such a happy little guy! In tune with his happiness, he is also
developing quite the affinity for dance.
He gets that from his daddy, as I have been known to cut rugs on the reg…
(Unsubstantiated claim) He also has a
couple walkers now, and he uses them. He
can pick himself up to his feet from behind one of those things and take off,
usually towards something he shouldn’t be interested in, which brings me to my
next point. What the hell is a “terrible
two”? This kid’s not even one yet and I
can’t imagine him getting into “more” things than he does now. His favorite activities now include removing
everything from our “lazy Susan” corner cabinet and turning on and off every
piece of equipment housed in our entertainment center! Our little condo is covered in toys, and all
he wants to do is take the Lawry’s seasoning salt and hide it in my wife’s
nightstand. Oh, “childproof” you
say? Let’s talk about that… I haven’t yet devised a way to childproof the
corner cabinet, but everything else he can reach (or at least what he could
reach 2 months ago) is childproof-ed. I
have turned my entire condo into an aspirin bottle, and he can sniff out the
one freakin’ cabinet that can still be opened!
Childproofing does nothing for me other than make it a pain in the ass
to live in my house, and that’s all I’ve got to say about that. I can tell that I’m moments away from
rambling about nonsense, so I’ll just cut it here. Updates to come, especially since the big
first birthday is on the horizon. Stay
tuned!
Game Over
I'm just a first-time dad with zero baby experience... this should be interesting.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Wait... What month is it?..
Wow, did I really just miss the whole month of October on
this deal? I guess I’ve been busy, or
lazy, or… I don’t know, pick one. Where
should I begin? Ian had his first trip
to a corn maze/pumpkin patch last month, thanks largely to his overgrown child
of an aunt who decided that completing “corn maze” was a bucket-list able event. The place was Fritzler Corn Maze in Greely,
which was admittedly amazing. They had
fair food, a barrel train (uh, yeah, like a train made of barrels with wheels, with
elementary school plastic chairs inside them, being pulled by an ATV at like 30
miles per hour), several inflatables for bouncing, slides, and of course two
cannons, one firing ears of corn and a big one for blasting punkin’s. Oh, and the 2 corn mazes they had generated the
elegant form of one Peyton Manning when viewed from above. With
all that, I felt they deserved an endorsement.
I will say that a place like that does a lot to remind us of why we
decided to raise Ian out here. You just
don’t see events like that in an urban setting.
Soon after came Halloween, where Ian was a “chicken”. Why is “chicken” in quotes, you might
ask? It is my belief that the costume
purchased for Ian was a mosaic of multiple costumes that somehow found their
way together… Ridiculous, I know, but I also know that I’ve never seen a
chicken with webbed feet. Then this
month was a birthday party for Ian’s betrothed wife, which was a good time with
plenty of squealing, crying, laughing, and diapers. That’s about it for recent events. As for physical change, Ian has four teeth
out now, and it’s making the sleep situation ridiculous. He actually has been running a fever for the
past few days, too, which makes him super happy, as you may imagine. Also, in
writing this I realized why I didn’t write anything in October… we moved! Left our giant rental house behind for a
smaller place, mostly since we were tired of cleaning that 6-bedroom place, as
well as cleaning out our wallets when the utility bills came. I guess that’ll about wrap it up for our top
stories, so until next time.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Those who can't do...
So, when we were pregnant with Ian, I was well aware of my
skill deficiencies in all areas of infant care.
As a result of this consciousness, I pretty much jumped at the chance
when I learned there were several “new parent” classes available at the midwife
practice we were using. One such class,
called “Daddy Boot Camp”, was of particular interest to me, since as the name
suggests, it’s just for dads and focuses on FAQ’s in a sort of crash-course
manner. It turned out to be a lot more
of a group therapy thing than an informative thing, but I digress… This past Saturday, I was invited back as
their “Veteran Dad” so I could share my vast amount of acquired knowledge about
babies with all the nervous soon-to-be’s.
Little did they know, right?
Anyway, I was perceived as a master of the newborn universe thanks
greatly to Ian. This class is 3 hours
long and he was totally perfect the entire time, even without his mother being
there. He smiled at everyone, played on
the floor quietly with some stuff I brought, showed everyone how he’s already
got a tooth and he’s crawling and pulling himself to his feet, and then he even
took like an hour nap. I was pretty
ashamed of myself for bringing my perfect little baby to show off to a bunch of
guys who statistically aren’t going to have nearly that easy of a time, but
then I realized that perhaps some, like me, who were the most scared of the
sleepless nights and wailing babies could actually be relieved to see that not
all the horror stories are true. You’ll
lose sleep, but not necessarily all of it.
They’ll cry, but not necessarily all the time. They’ll blow creamy peanut butter out of
their ass, but not necessarily all over your lap. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being
a new dad (and again I feel I’m pretty spoiled with Ian), it’s that no matter
how bad you thought it was going to be, that little face will always make you
remember how not bad it really is.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Do me a solid...
While Ian has apparently mastered the phases of liquids and
gasses (yes, that's a fart joke), he is merely an amateur at the solids
phase. Ian has had about a week now of
"real" food, adding all manner of fruits and vegetables to his
previous rice-cereal repertoire. He
currently eats avocado, carrots, zucchini, apples, pears, bananas, and probably
other things that I'm already forgetting.
He's even eating them in a high chair, thanks to his Abuela. Along with his first foods, he has also
recently had his first cold. I suppose
it could be said that we've been luckier than most on the infirmary front,
having had over six months without so much as a sneeze, but it can still break
your heart listening to him breathe through his mouth because his little nose
is too plugged up. His eyes are always
red and watery, and he just can't get comfortable enough to sleep any longer
than half an hour at a time. It's been a
while since I've felt as helpless as I do when I just can't seem to help him,
or even explain to him what's wrong with him in a manner he'll understand just
to soothe him a little. After a day or
two, he finally had his first unscheduled doctor trip, where we were assured
that it was just a little cold, and we could only help by putting a humidifier
in the room (which sounds completely ridiculous to a person who fled from
Florida, by the way), and the occasional doling out of children's Tylenol. He has since rebounded, and although he's
still a little under the weather, he's definitely been showing signs of life
again, and the return of his little smile is enough to mend your previously
broken heart.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Man of the cloth...
Save the trees!.. Save the whales!.. Save the ozone!.. Save
the planet!.. Whatever most people's reasoning is for doing cloth diapers, ours
is more of a "Save the money!.."
After the baby showers we had
before Ian was born, we had quite a stockpile of disposable diapers, but now
(almost 6 months to the day) we are finally running low on them, meaning it's
time to start the somehow-more-disgusting task of wrapping Ian's little tushy
in a beach towel. My wife
is all about the cloth diapers, but I've got to say I'm not totally convinced
yet. We've had a few dry runs with the
cloth (no pun intended, especially since there was nothing "dry"
about them) and I just find them to be a little more cumbersome than
expected. We've got several of the
regular 2-piece kind, meaning the aforementioned beach towel which gets covered
up by some rubber pants with several-thousand buttons on them. You know what's fun? Trying to wrap that beach towel around Ian's
ass while he does triple-axles on his changing table, which now touches both
the top of his head and the bottom of his feet simultaneously. If you're lucky enough to get that Sham-wow
into a position where there's only a slight chance of leakage, which is your
best-case scenario, all you have to do figure out which of the several-thousand
buttons match up to form the vague shape of a diaper, which is a bit like
folding your leftover Chinese food up in an elegant foil swan, assuming your
leftovers are flopping around like a headless cat. We also have several all-in-ones, which are
one piece as the name suggests and are therefore only half as difficult to get
him into. I suppose I'll have to figure
it out eventually, or I could just sneak out like a closet-smoker at 3 am to
buy disposables from the convenient store...
Friday, August 17, 2012
The root of all evil...
No, no... It's not money like normal people's struggling
parents told us when we were young... It's teeth! I know,
quite the shock... allow me to elaborate. Ian has began the apparently long and arduous
task of sprouting teeth, and it's amazing the amount of difficulty that comes
from growing teeth. And here I thought
that sore gums were the major part of it, but was I ever wrong. So, I suppose the main thing that I wouldn't
have guessed is that apparently having teeth makes you shit more. Since his one little tooth has broke through
the gum on his lower jaw, he's been blowing it out his ass like never
before. A couple days ago, he even had
his first "big-boy" shit, which evidently means he stops merely
staining the back half of his diaper and instead fills it with the Sam's Club
size creamy Jif. And the smell is
unexpected as well, like a dead donkey pickled in ammonia. He's started doing some serious business just
in time for us to try and switch to cloth diapers... great! Also, he has regressed to sleeping for only
two hours at a time, which is especially difficult since he now sleeps in his
own room, so we have to actually get up.
Anyway, the moral is that he's much more irritable, much less sleepy,
and much more efficient at processing what he eats into a aromatic heap of
Pampers. It's enough to make you think
that toothless hillbillies are really on to something...
Monday, August 6, 2012
"Today's episode is brought to you by... the number 5"
Ian is 5 months old now...
Seems weird, like only yesterday he would just lay in your arms and
stare blankly at you, or anything else making noise, and now he won't stop
air-humping the floor when you put him on his tummy. I'm told this is a natural progression
before he figures out his limbs are required to crawl, but I still can't help
but laugh when he does it (possibly because "Humpin' Around" by Bobby
Brown always seems to pop into my head).
He did make a conscious effort to crawl to his daddy a week ago, and
took two full strides to reach me, but I call that a fluke and am still waiting
for him to become mobile. We've just
returned from my parents' house in Junction, where Ian was able to have a
meet-and-greet with a few aunts and uncles he had not yet met. It was no surprise to us that everyone seemed
to adore him, especially since he pretty much just smiled and laughed for the
entire long weekend. As usual, a trip to
his grandma's yielded many spoils, but the most enticing was a
"bumbo" seat from a recent yard-sale expedition. It's pretty cool that he can now pretty much
sit up on his own with it, and it also has a little tray from which he received
his first meal of rice cereal. Oh, and
does he devour rice cereal like a pro...
I find it particularly amazing watching him and seeing first hand just
what kinds of instincts we are born with.
He was able to eat the whole bowl we made him, with a spoon and
everything, like he had been doing it for years. He didn't even slop it out of his mouth very
much. I've seen babies that have been
fed with spoons for months that dribble more on the floor than Ian. He's just like his daddy, I guess, since I
don't waste much food either. Our little
boy is growing up fast, and in no time he'll be crawling towards the stairs and
jamming cutlery into electrical sockets, and not long after that, I'll make him
mow the lawn and get a job. Ah, the
future is bright...
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