Father of the Year
Booster shot today. We have to bring Baby J. over to the doctor in a couple hours. There are few things I enjoy more than holding down my crying, screaming baby while a stranger sticks a sharp needle in her leg and pumps her full of some strange fluids. I feel like father of the year after that.
D.
Stop Eating That!!!
Quick question: why is that babies almost always initially refuse to eat anything you put near their mouths but will eat anything they find randomly on the floor?
Is it just me or does that not go against basic survival instincts?
D.
Great American Novel
Ever want to sit down and write the great American novel? I've been thinking about it for years. I don't know if I have the talent, and I certainly don't have the time. It's crazy to think I probably won't have the time for a lot of things until Baby J. is in college. And then, I'll probably sit around complaining that I have too much time on my hands.
Right now, rather than struggle to write the great American novel, I think I'm having enough trouble finding the time to read a great American novel.
D.
Why’d I have to grow up?
I wish I was a baby again. How nice is that? Everything is new. Everything is there to explore. Except for the inability to explain yourself intelligibly, it's a sweet life. No job. No responsibilities. Can walk around in your pajamas all day. Everyone brings you your meals. You're given a bath every night. When you cry and complain, people actually care and listen.
It's not like when you're an adult. When I cry and complain, people tell me to get over myself. I don't get to play with toys anymore. Instead, I get to pay bills every day. I don't get to run outside in the snow. Instead, I get to shovel it. I don't get to have playdates. Instead, I see an old friend, and we spend most of the time complaining about our jobs.
If people would just once get up and clap and give me a big hug because my huge accomplishment for the day was managing to walk across the kitchen floor unassisted, I'd be in heaven.
D.
Too Tired to Blink
I'm exhausted this morning. My wife and I were stupid, and we stayed up until 1am. After the baby woke up and while my wife was giving her a bottle, I tried to sleep for a couple minutes before I had to get ready for work.
The baby wasn't having that. She got up, grabbed my head, and she kept yelling in my ear, "NA NA NA NA!" which is her equivalent of NO! She really doesn't like it when daddy is trying to get some sleep. I can't wait until she's older, and I can go into her room when she's too tired to get out of bed for school, and I can grab her by the head and yell "NA NA NA NA!"
Is it terrible I want revenge?
D.
