Just a love note… A reminder of how sweet and gentle children really are.
My middle daughter decided she would get up at 6 (maybe 6:30 – it was early) this morning. She demanded milk, then demanded it in a sippy cup (and wouldn’t stop crying until I made sure it was a real sippy cup).
After taking care of baby and watching for the passage of time, the older girls and I decided to head to the park. It was 8:30, and I figured that Mom & baby could sleep while we were out & about.
Turns out I have the loudest kid in the neighborhood. No surprise since she has the loudest dad at the library. Never mind that people are still sleeping – it’s appropriate to scream and yell as loud as you can so that everyone living in the immediate vicinity knows exactly how much fun you’re having.
We met some friends there, too. No parent or step-parent around… they were there, 8 and 4, all by themselves at the park. The 4-year-old kept asking me to pick her up so she could play on the monkey bars, but that had lawsuits written all over it, so I politely declined.
This evening I had a children’s entertainment gig. I knew my oldest wanted to come, and it was the type of event where she was able to come with me, but it threw me for a loop when my middle daughter threw on some clothes and shoes and headed for the van. Her cries of, “Daddy! Wait for me!” compelled me not to pull out from our parking spot before she reached her car seat.
Tonight went terrific. My girls had a good time, and other girls who were present enjoyed themselves as well. Lots of laughter, lots of mayhem.
Tomorrow is more of the same, but twice the fun. After that, it’s off to lunch with grandma before she heads back and we’re down to the 5 of us (for the first time since baby arrived). Ta for now, everyone. Enjoy your evening.
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Right. This is one of those posts where I pat myself on the back and tell myself I’m a good daddy (because men need that ALL the time).
So, in less than 15 minutes I’ve managed to: vacuum the kitchen carpet (yes, we have one of those), dress our middle child, get baby prepped and ready for her doctor’s appt (ie. in car seat, bottle and bag at the ready), put away the dishes, toasted a bagel for my mom (I thought it was for my wife, but turns out she had one already) and helped my wife put on some socks.
As I’ve recently been informed, these are the sorts of things a papa needs to do when he’s on parental leave, and, gosh darn it, I’m determined to be a good daddy @ home.
All right – doctor’s a-callin’. See you later!
4 times. 4 fingers. I can count on one hand the number of times our family has eaten out in the past 12 days. It’s safe to say that our family hasn’t eaten out this much in… well, ever!
Call me stingy (stingy!), call me thrifty (stingy!), but I believe that we should be saving our money for important things. Things like a new computer (you call that important?!) or hooking up the barbeque (now you’re just being selfish) or a fantastic treatment package from Merle Norman for my wife (oh, honey! I love you!)… probably not the last one, though (hey!).
In the past twelve days we’ve covered a gamut of eating experiences from Mickie D’s to a mongolian grill to fish & chips to thai & sushi. My wallet has never felt so light, my credit card so laden with debt.
This morning we’re going for the twelfth day check-up for our newborn. Fun and games, ladies and gents, fun and games. I’m looking forward to it so much I think I’ll take an extra chewable vitamin just for good measure.
I received word from our insurance agent yesterday that our new addition will be added to our existing coverage / policy / somethingorother on Tuesday… 15 days after being born. Does that strike anyone else as odd? I realize that I haven’t died yet and therefore can’t figure out how the whole insurance game works, but it seems to me that you’d want to have existing insurance coverage from day one. Oh, how wonderful it is to be me.
Well, it’s a good morning. Baby is eating, my wife is getting dressed, my middle child is teaching MarioKart who’s boss and my mother is blowdrying her hair 4 feet away from me. Call me old-fashioned (sting… sorry… old-fashioned!), but I’m just not used to having this many people in the house. Could it be a sign that we need a bigger place? (no, it’s just a sign that you need to upgrade the plug by the bathroom sink, Mr. S)
Well, here’s to your Friday, everyone. Enjoy!
My oldest daughter, 5, has decided that she doesn’t want things anymore.
I should be thrilled. “She doesn’t want things?” I should cry from the rooftops (with safe, functioning balconies), “listen everyone! I have a daughter who doesn’t want things!”
Included in the short list of things my daughter doesn’t want are: breakfast, lunch, dinner, to go to the bathroom and to go to bed. Aside from her “furious five”, she’s golden.
So I wonder, being a wondering man who certainly takes plenty of time making and deciding upon decisions, should I be supportive of my daughter and her pursuit of not wanting, nay, requiring basics like food, toilets and sleep, or should I choose to be that “overbearing” parent who thinks of these things as daily necessities and uphold their sacredness?
I humbly invite you to let me know what you think, bloggers. If not you, then whom?
No, this isn’t me at home. Our house isn’t big enough for anyone to have their own space (unless they try to lock the bathroom door which doesn’t lock).
Prior to today there were things I could only witness and experience on my days off. Now, thanks to the advent of parental leave, I can be here to experience all of them.
Last night, after returning from the hospital with my mother-i.l. and sister-i.l. (for more info, read here and here) I was wide awake, so I stayed up and played some games until I started yawning. That’s pretty similar to the way things would’ve been on a work day. Today, however, my newborn daughter was crying, so I was able to hold her and soothe her to a sleep-like state (that she promptly woke from the minute she heard her mother’s voice).
This morning I got up at 9:45 and went to work on my online employment insurance application (for information on that, read here). I grabbed some leftovers for breakfast while my middle daughter watched Wall-E and ate crackers on the couch, my wife busy sleeping alongside our newborn.
At present, I’m typing this blog on WordPress, the post that I’ll put on my personal site and Facebook in mere moments. My oldest daughter is at school until this afternoon, and my middle daughter is watching Ratatouille with Grandma and Auntie. Even though it may not seem like much, it’s certainly nice to be here for it.
This afternoon I plan to crush some more bricks for our patio (read here) if the weather stays nice, and this evening I’ll be taking part in a webinar sponsored by DiscMakers. Today has all the makings of a great day – time with family, time for recreation and time for individual pursuits. I’m so glad that I’m able to take advantage of this opportunity.
At this very moment, I’m surrounded by seven beautiful women (technically four women and three girls). One is on her way to school, one is crying to be fed, two are still in bed and the rest are in various stages of getting up.
I’m the only male in the entire house. I might be the only male still at home on the entire block. Might as well get my own dress.
I’ve read somewhere that we absorb hormones emitted by others. Whether or not that’s true is for the scientists to decide, but there’s a mighty large amount of estrogen in this household – no wonder my guy friends are grabbing me for short getaways and asking if I’m okay (no man asks another man if he’s okay).
It’s nice, though. I spent most of this morning (all 59 wonderful minutes of it) getting my oldest daughter breakfast and watching as she looked for the tooth she placed under her pillow, discovering instead a marshmallow and a loonie (if you’re not from Canada, a loonie is equivalent to $1). We just finished waving to one another as her bus took off. *sigh*
Last night my mother-in-law cooked curry with roti. Curry with roti – yums. I haven’t had to do a dish in over a week! How awesome is that! Can I get a high five or a hallelujah?
I’m also grateful that everyone’s in a good mood. We have a small house and there are very limited places to run to in case people aren’t “feeling pleasant”.
I can’t think of a creative closing sentence, so I hope you enjoy your day!