Life is weird.
Amy and I had our first date night in a long time which we both really enjoyed. I wined and diner her and at the end of the night someone else got to play with the girls. Harumph.
I've learned to treat Fudge like a public pool when it comes to diaper changing. Twice I've escaped disaster by milliseconds when changing him too early after a first poop. I guess he has this desire to christen new diapers right away. Anyway, from now on I'm giving him 20 minutes after the first sign of thunder before allowing myself anywhere near his butt.
Car packing is now equivalent to deep sea exploration. Caleb, Amy, Fudge and I went to Columbus this past week and my Saturn was packed like a sardine. And that was sans Yogi! I guess a Minivan is in our future.
After that I guess I have to start hiking up my trousers to my armpits.
Did I just use the word trousers? Oh God...it's starting...
AMY UPDATE OF THE WEEK:
Wow...already she's under her pre-pregnancy weight. The shape, however, is still being re-constructed (and yes, I asked her for the OK to type this.) She looked mighty good in her Capri's the other night though! :)
CALEB COMMENT OF THE WEEK:
Mark: "Look!, Fudge doesn't even know how to grab things. See Caleb?"
Caleb: "Wow, he is dumb..."
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
So a lot has happened in the past two weeks post-birth so here we go:
It is OK to cry over spilled milk. Especially when it’s spilled breast milk that was accidentally knocked over by a careless father. It represents so much more than a mess but also a lost date night and a lost two hours of nipple sucking. Bad Mark, bad.
Speaking of nipples...I didn’t know that they have flow rates. I tried to test-drive Foster with a bottle that Amy had prepared and I guess the one we used had a “high flow rate” nipple. It was pretty traumatic for me because it was like I was water-boarding my own kid. Poor guy...he coughed half of it out the side of his mouth. Question: Do women have different flow rates?
Other things I’ve learned:
Diaper changing is hard but putting an infant’s arms through long sleeves is harder. Why are they so long, anyway? Also, why is it that Coors can develop a can that lets you know exactly when it's cold but Pampers can’t develop a diaper that alerts you when it’s full? C’mon science, get with it...
On the last Stress Test we had for Foster before he was born they used this little buzzer thing to get him to move around. I realized at that moment that this was his very first alarm clock. Sorry Foster, they’ll be with you forever. :(
Things that should be adult-ized:
Sleep Sacks - They TOTALLY look comfy
Musical Aquariums - It’s like a show for your eyes AND ears!
Seats that can be used anywhere – It’s a car seat, it’s a stroller seat, it’s a sleeper!
Baby baths with pillows – The only acceptable time to take a nap while bathing.
Law and Order has got to be the easiest acting gig in the world. I know this doesn’t seem like an observation related to raising kids but when you’re on the couch for a week holding a baby it’s hard not to watch some L&O.
Anyway, Example:
Detective Actor: “So, you blah blah blah”
Suspect Actor: “Yeah, I blah blah blah”
Detective Actor: “Well, then blah blah blah”
Cue Du-Du sound. Repeat until the end of the show.
Side observation: Why does every conversation on Law and Order occur while people are walking around or standing? Doesn’t anyone ever sit? People sit on “House” all the time...
Caleb Comment of the Week:
Mark: Caleb, what are you going to use to carry all of those stuffed animals on this trip?
Caleb: My hands!
Mark: But what if I need you to carry something?
Caleb: That’s why they invented trips.
It is OK to cry over spilled milk. Especially when it’s spilled breast milk that was accidentally knocked over by a careless father. It represents so much more than a mess but also a lost date night and a lost two hours of nipple sucking. Bad Mark, bad.
Speaking of nipples...I didn’t know that they have flow rates. I tried to test-drive Foster with a bottle that Amy had prepared and I guess the one we used had a “high flow rate” nipple. It was pretty traumatic for me because it was like I was water-boarding my own kid. Poor guy...he coughed half of it out the side of his mouth. Question: Do women have different flow rates?
Other things I’ve learned:
Diaper changing is hard but putting an infant’s arms through long sleeves is harder. Why are they so long, anyway? Also, why is it that Coors can develop a can that lets you know exactly when it's cold but Pampers can’t develop a diaper that alerts you when it’s full? C’mon science, get with it...
On the last Stress Test we had for Foster before he was born they used this little buzzer thing to get him to move around. I realized at that moment that this was his very first alarm clock. Sorry Foster, they’ll be with you forever. :(
Things that should be adult-ized:
Sleep Sacks - They TOTALLY look comfy
Musical Aquariums - It’s like a show for your eyes AND ears!
Seats that can be used anywhere – It’s a car seat, it’s a stroller seat, it’s a sleeper!
Baby baths with pillows – The only acceptable time to take a nap while bathing.
Law and Order has got to be the easiest acting gig in the world. I know this doesn’t seem like an observation related to raising kids but when you’re on the couch for a week holding a baby it’s hard not to watch some L&O.
Anyway, Example:
Detective Actor: “So, you blah blah blah”
Suspect Actor: “Yeah, I blah blah blah”
Detective Actor: “Well, then blah blah blah”
Cue Du-Du sound. Repeat until the end of the show.
Side observation: Why does every conversation on Law and Order occur while people are walking around or standing? Doesn’t anyone ever sit? People sit on “House” all the time...
Caleb Comment of the Week:
Mark: Caleb, what are you going to use to carry all of those stuffed animals on this trip?
Caleb: My hands!
Mark: But what if I need you to carry something?
Caleb: That’s why they invented trips.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
He's here and he's beautiful.
I know that constant posts about how special one's children are can be kind of annoying...but today my cynical ass can't come up with anything other than pure joy that Foster is in my life. I'm sure that the quirky and obscure will become apparent (and hopefully funny) again soon...but right now all I can think of is that everything I'm experiencing is precious and wonderful and something that I will never forget.
Right now, I'm sitting here watching him feed calmly, wrapped in a truck outfit...his footies tucked into some oversized socks that make him look like a mini astronaut. Earlier today we took him for his first checkup with the doctor and his little cries for help as he was being examined broke my heart. Amy comforted me (which helped) but it was still hard. Of course I know that I can't keep him from crying forever...but that doesn't mean I can't try.
Last night Foster gave us a preview of upcoming evenings: Eat, sleep a bit, cry a lot, wiggle a bit, repeat. Nothing noteworthy except that he's pooping like a world champion. With his meconium coming out it looks like our own little Gulf Spill. At one point I was wondering if there was a baby version of top-kill that might help. Still, it's "cute poop"... which are two words I thought I'd never put together. :)
I'm a bit more emotional about everything which is a surprise to me. In the hospital they put this little mother-son braclet on each of them so that when they get close together it sings a little song (for security). I feel like I've got a quiet one of my own attached, too. No music, but I light up when he gets close.
Amy is such a good mom. She's so assured with everything and got a calm plan about it all. Fudge and her have this bond (literally) that I can't have but instead of feeling jealous I'm just really glad that he's got another person who loves him as much as I do in his life.
I'm a little neurotic these days too...something that Amy is finding cute at the moment. The 20 minutes it takes me to guide his arm through a sleeve, the 5-point neck support grip I employ, the constant binkie patrol I seem to be on...I just hope that it stays cute until I learn that he won't actually "break". :)
Anyway, all these feelings and thoughts I've been having are nothing new to the world I'm sure. It's new to my world though and I'm really greatful for having them. Welcome, Foster, you beautiful, beautiful boy.
-Daddy
PS. I think I'm messing up the Oxford Comma. (That one was for you, Meg.)
I know that constant posts about how special one's children are can be kind of annoying...but today my cynical ass can't come up with anything other than pure joy that Foster is in my life. I'm sure that the quirky and obscure will become apparent (and hopefully funny) again soon...but right now all I can think of is that everything I'm experiencing is precious and wonderful and something that I will never forget.
Right now, I'm sitting here watching him feed calmly, wrapped in a truck outfit...his footies tucked into some oversized socks that make him look like a mini astronaut. Earlier today we took him for his first checkup with the doctor and his little cries for help as he was being examined broke my heart. Amy comforted me (which helped) but it was still hard. Of course I know that I can't keep him from crying forever...but that doesn't mean I can't try.
Last night Foster gave us a preview of upcoming evenings: Eat, sleep a bit, cry a lot, wiggle a bit, repeat. Nothing noteworthy except that he's pooping like a world champion. With his meconium coming out it looks like our own little Gulf Spill. At one point I was wondering if there was a baby version of top-kill that might help. Still, it's "cute poop"... which are two words I thought I'd never put together. :)
I'm a bit more emotional about everything which is a surprise to me. In the hospital they put this little mother-son braclet on each of them so that when they get close together it sings a little song (for security). I feel like I've got a quiet one of my own attached, too. No music, but I light up when he gets close.
Amy is such a good mom. She's so assured with everything and got a calm plan about it all. Fudge and her have this bond (literally) that I can't have but instead of feeling jealous I'm just really glad that he's got another person who loves him as much as I do in his life.
I'm a little neurotic these days too...something that Amy is finding cute at the moment. The 20 minutes it takes me to guide his arm through a sleeve, the 5-point neck support grip I employ, the constant binkie patrol I seem to be on...I just hope that it stays cute until I learn that he won't actually "break". :)
Anyway, all these feelings and thoughts I've been having are nothing new to the world I'm sure. It's new to my world though and I'm really greatful for having them. Welcome, Foster, you beautiful, beautiful boy.
-Daddy
PS. I think I'm messing up the Oxford Comma. (That one was for you, Meg.)
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