... Or parenthood from the male perspective.

... Or parenthood from the male perspective.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

40 Days Old –ish


As the days start running together I thought it would be easy to at least keep track of time by the number of days that my daughter has been on this earth (not in the womb).  Especially after returning to work. 
   But it hasn’t been so easy.  It’s hard to keep track when most of our time is spent trying to appease the child.  It was pretty easy at first, but it seems like every time we figure out a way to quiet her, she decides something else is wrong.  Here is my attempt at a football hold.  This seems to work about 20% of the time for me.
When she is “vaguely dissatisfied” as my wife like to call it, I cycle through the list of things that have been effective.  Playing music, moving her up to my shoulder, walking her around the kitchen and shoving my finger in her mouth to suck on are all effective countermeasures to ease the vague dissatisfaction.  But I never know which method to use at any particular moment so I run through them all.  This is, of course, after the obvious triumvirate of standard baby needs: feed, change and burp.  One of these three is usually the culprit, but after all are tried, we enter into no man’s land of “try anything.”
   One of the most effective and disturbing methods is the computer screen as seen here.

We don’t want to be the parents that plop their kid in front of the television while we go do something else.  We don’t want our daughter to be brainwashed by the “idiot box” or have her intelligence sapped by electromagnetic devices.  Judging by the look on her face, it may be too late already. 
  But darn it, it’s hard not to be an ass when something as simple as a computer monitor can be a distraction for our fussy baby girl.

Monday, February 13, 2012

35 Days Old


Our parents tell us how amazed they are with all the new-fangled products and tools out there to help in the raising of infants.  The Moby wrap is one such device that is a miracle because it instantly calms the baby… as long as I’m moving around.  Though I suspect that most fathers 30 years ago wouldn’t be caught wearing a baby if they could help it. 
  The NoseFrida is another such device.  Those bulb nose aspirators are all well and good, but the NoseFrida is a bajillion times better.  It looks something like this:

Yes.  You actually suck the snot out with your own mouth.  I first saw this and swore I would never ever use it and it is the most disgusting thing on earth.  But when you have a crying infant late at night who sounds really stuffed up, you’ll try anything.  It is truly magical and when the baby instantly stops crying because she can breathe again, all is right with the world.  And now that I’ve got a 5 week old, I have seen much more disgusting things than a little snot getting sucked out of a nose.  Like this, for instance:
And all the tools in the world still aren’t going to keep this from happening:
As difficult and disgusting as this whole thing as been so far, I have to say it’s worth every second.  Just for this:
This turns all things assy into awesome.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

33 Days Old

   We keep on telling ourselves that we got lucky.  Our daughter is awesome!  She’s not too fussy and sleeps.  And lets us sleep.  Of course, I’d say she’s awesome even IF she didn’t let us sleep. 
   We don’t want to jinx it, but so far, I think we’re doing ok with this parenting thing.  We’re doing lots of laundry and dishes.  The house looks to be in a state of organized chaos.  The laundry baskets are in the living room but full of folded clothes most of the time.  The floor could use a vacuuming.  But overall, we feel…. Ok.
   We go to sleep around 10 pm.  She wakes up for a feeding around 2am.  It takes 45 minutes to an hour to get her back to sleep and if we’re lucky she doesn’t wake up until 5:30 or 6.  Sometimes she’ll wake up 2 times in a night.  But after all the anecdotal stories about babies waking up every 2 hours and taking 2 hours to go back to sleep,  we feel blessed.
   One night this week she actually slept for 10 straight hours.  Too bad we couldn’t enjoy it because we were up every 2 or 4 hours worried that something was wrong.  A couple of inquiries later that day revealed that every parent experiences this.  So here we are with a 4 week old who slept 10 hours through the night.
   Maybe I’m just bragging here.  Chalk it up to my being an ass.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

31 Days Old

I love interacting with my daughter.  She's pretty good at smiling.  Though it seems to happen at pretty random times.  But yesterday she smiled at me so I smiled back and she smiled again.  I still don't know if it's on purpose or not.  But it seemed like it had meaning.  Or I'm just a smitten dad.
   This is not one of those times.
The dogs have been great.  I think at times they still don't really know what to do with her.  So any time they come close to occupying the same space, we take notice.  Now we finally get to share the effects of Ricky's tail with our child.  And be asses while we videotape it and laugh.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

29 Days Old

Here's a photo from a while ago.  Back when she was even more helpless than she is now.  And boy do I miss it.  
She's starting to figure us out.  Apparently, we're easy to train.  She'll fuss if we're in the room with her, but then she'll calm down if we leave the room.  Then she'll get fussy again if we come back into the room.  Yep, that's my daughter... needing affirmation.  Just like her old man.
   But how can you ignore a face like this?  I think the worst thing we could do right now would be to ignore the fussing and NOT pick her up.
   After all, she's only 4 weeks old and the changes we've see in that short period of time have amazed us and made us realize that this isn't going to last long.  Better enjoy it while we can.  
   Please note the Darth Vader preparing breakfast for his kids T-shirt.  His apron reads "worlds greatest dad". It's a funny shirt, but I'm not sure I could think of an assier dad than Darth Vader.


Friday, February 3, 2012

26 Days Old

Well, I made it to the end of my first week back at work as a father and I am Dog Tired.  
   Speaking of dogs, here's a picture of Von Bebe next to ours.  Well... his feet anyway.  And what this says about scale is either the baby is small, or the dog has big feet.  And since the baby was 9lbs 14oz when born, I guess the dog has big feet.
Seriously, though.  My wife and I feel like we kind of lucked out with our daughter.  She's given us lots of sleep at nights and is fairly easy to settle.  But apparently that doesn't count for much based on my desire to take naps.  I've never in my life wanted naps so bad.  
   Having been back at work, the weekends once again mean something and I am totally going to take advantage of this weekend and nap as much as possible.  'course, it's easy for me to say that now.  We'll see how I did on the other side of the weekend.


Thursday, February 2, 2012

24 Days Old


   Every week brings new firsts.  This week bestowed upon me the wonderful experience of bottle feeding my daughter for the first time.  I’ve heard this can be a pretty big deal for breastfed infants.   Fortunately, mine took the bottle like a pro… at first.  She took less than two ounces but didn’t exactly finish with a smile.  I think she realized it wasn’t the same thing. 
   What I didn’t anticipate is the impact it had on my wife.  As we discussed it later, the realization that our daughter no longer needed food via my wife's boob had a negative impact on her.  I can only imagine what it is going to be like when we drop her off at college.
   This video isn’t a first for this week.  She’s been sucking on my finger for a while, now.
   We’ve started calling her a little gremlin.  I think this is because of the look in her eyes.  Sometimes she sneezes/coughs and it sounds a little like Gollum from the LOTR movies.  Both my partner and I do Gollum’s voice at those moments.  I hope our daughter doesn’t hold this against us. 
   I didn’t have a lot of home videos taken of me when I was growing up.  I’m sure my parents had fun with me the way we’re having fun with (making fun of) our daughter.  The joys of modern technology now give us the opportunity to document these precious moments and show them to the future partners of our children.  It has never been so fun to be an ass.