49 Weeks Old

Let them get dirty.  That's a good way to not be an ass.  We went to the coast a couple of weekends ago and it was cold, windy and pretty miserable. Here we are nice and cozy.  

I was resistant to letting her run around.  Fortunately, my wife convinced me to let her play in the sand.  Did VB care?  Not really.  And we got some great pictures out of it.

   Also, let them walk around naked, even if it means cleaning poop off the floor.  I did that for the first time this week and I have to say it's actually easier than changing a dirty diaper. (Assuming you use cloth diapers)
   All our time is pretty much devoted to the child.  All other hobbies, interests and past times have taken a back seat in our lives.  This again became clear when my wife told me that while I was with VB on the potty, she thought about playing piano or doing something productive.  But then she decided to join us so she could watch our daughter poop.
   Yeah.  This is our life, now.  

4 Months 6 days

   Next to the guy I saw at Target, I was not an ass today. 

After taking my daughter to my wife’s work for a breastfeeding session, Von Bebe and I went to Target to pick up a couple of things.  So I get to the store, put her in the Mei Tai and we’re off. 

   Baby in Mei Tai, diaper bag over shoulder and red Target basket in hand I head towards the baby section for more Dr. Brown’s glass bottles.  I noticed a nice looking family; 2 parents and their two kids.  The youngest was in the shopping cart while the older sister was of toddler age and staying close to mom who was pushing the cart. 

   Just a warning, I’m about to get really judgmental here which is unfair of me since I don’t know all the facts.  But this is what I saw and heard.

   The mother and two kids were near me as we were both shopping for baby stuff.  The daughter and mother were haggling with each other about what to get.  This added a new dimension to the term “whining”. (The daughter was pretty bad, too)  If I stuck around much longer, I’d swear somebody was going to mention needing power converters from Toshi Station.  (Let me know if you get that reference)

   Then I see the husband walking up and down every aisle of the store talking on his cell phone… very loudly.  Again, I don’t know the details of the phone conversation so maybe he had a good reason to wander away from his family.  Maybe the guy was dealing with a family emergency.  But his body language didn’t suggest anything so desperate.

   Then it reminded me of an article I read recently about husbands of a certain… type.  Here it is from the blog People I Want to Punch in the Throat.  Yes, this guy struck me as a douchey dad.

   I like these people.  They make me feel so much better about myself.

Meanwhile, Von Bebe has been joining us at the dinner table for a week or two, now.  She can even sit up on her own for a few second at a time, too.