Monday, December 21, 2009
The Sickie.
The weird thing is I actually want to be in there, you know? I feel like I'm in little league soccer all over again just hoping the coach will put me in. "Come on, Coach! I can do it! I know I didn't put that last diaper on correctly and poo got on your shirt...and I know I keep leaving dirty diapers in the crib...but I can do this man! One for the Gipper?" While I'm not a Notre Dame fan, I still get it. The point is to win. With parenthood, at this current time and place, that means keeping the baby alive. Anything short of that is pretty much considered a big "L". So, spreading my sick breath all over Evy probably isn't a good thing. I still don't think Catie should make me sleep in the guest bedroom, but I gotta listen to Coach...I mean Catie.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
The Realizations
- Eventually, everything becomes a burp rag.
- No matter how much they poop, there's always a little left.
- The importance of the cleanliness of foolers/binkies/pacifiers is directly inverse to the immediacy of its demand.
- If you're dropping a laptop and a baby, it's good when you catch the baby.
- Women are just as amazed at their ability to lactate as we are.
- Dogs love to lick babies feet. I don't know why, they just do.
- There are never enough diapers. Costco couldn't keep up with that kind of demand.
- Bellybuttons are gross.
- Sleep is precious.
- Kids are worth it.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The Rambo.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The Normal.
Friday, December 11, 2009
The Disbelief.
This is my daughter. If I did my math right, that means I'm a father. I have changed her diapers, burped her, and woken up constantly to care for her. All of these are further indications that I am not only A father, but HER father. The thing is, I still feel like I'm babysitting. Not sure what I was expecting, some magic switch was supposed to get flipped and BAM I'd feel like a dad. I'm not worried, though. I know it will change and I know I love her, but a dad? I just don't feel like it yet. Of course, it could just be the sleep deprivation has a general numbing sensation... Now that I think about it, the lack of sleep thing may very well be it. I'll check back later.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
The Validity.
So, my baby girl is here. I'm no longer a (complete) hypocrite for running fatherade. And what have I learned in the first 24 hours? Get a hair cut. Seriously. So far I've been prepping myself pretty perfectly for this kid. I cut the chord without passing out, I felt totally helpless in the delivery room, I've already cleaned up three meconium filled sticky gross diapers, and I did a bunch of dishes in the days leading up to the birth. What I forgot about, what never popped into my head? I should've gotten a haircut. These pictures are going to be on our walls for years and I look kinda like a hobo. So there you go, my first advice as a father to expecting dads: get a haircut.
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
The Anagram.
Just put your best guess in the comments section and I'll try to check it when I can.
Monday, December 07, 2009
The Waiting.
Our church has been instrumental in helping us prepare for the new kiddo. I had no idea we needed so many things. How have people been doing this for thousands of years without this much stuff? There's just no way to comprehend it.
Last thing: We haven't told ANYONE the baby's name. So here's the deal. I made an anagram that contains all the letters for her name. As soon as Catie's water breaks I'm going to post it on Fatherade & all of you can take a crack at it. Follow my tweets or subscribe to this blog so you won't miss it because I doubt I'll be able to call all of you when it's time. Thanks everyone, & I promise the adventures are just beginning.