Seven pounds 13 ounces, Yes indeed, my little cornish hen is three and a half weeks old and gaining weight in a proper and timely fashion. Sure, some kids are born with more meat on their bones but my kid gained just over a pound in the last two weeks which means we’re doing something right. And in all fairness, this accomplishment has utterly and completely nothing to do with my input, (I only handle the output… and with gusto) but I feel proud nonetheless.
It’s actually a very special day today as my wife and I are celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary, albeit modestly. Years ago, we decided to dispense with the exchanging of gifts and just alternate turns on taking each other out to a really nice dinner. By necessity, this year is a little different, and following our (A-OK) checkup with the doc, we had a simple sushi lunch on the Danforth. Nothing too fancy, but it was what the wife wanted and it was good. (And for Mom’s that need to breastfeed in public, Sushi is a great choice as just about everything is in bite sized portions to begin with, and even her left-handed chopstick skills are more than adequate.)
It seems whenever someone learns that we take the kid out at least once a day, they’re impressed with our resolve. In reality, it’s often the calmest part of any given day and it’s summer so there’s no deterrent for us. Not yet, anyway. We get looks of fascination from other patrons or passersby and occasionally someone is compelled to come in for a closer look and then they turn to mush. I imagine you could talk almost anyone into anything if you had a cute enough infant with you. My wife has already gotten out of a parking ticket… I think I’ll take my baby to the Apple Store tomorrow to see what an iPad REALLY costs.
We ended our special day by having Grandma over for a visit which developed into an impromptu dinner that was really nice. Grandma also demonstrated with ease that she’s already forgotten more about calming babies than the two of us know combined. We’ll get there I’m sure, but Grandma’s welcome over anytime! I was pleased to show her that new-Dad had a few tricks of his own, not the least of which was secret weapon numero uno: The DNA helix-styled baby rattle.
We don’t go anywhere without it, and it’s powers (so far) are absolute. Even on a 4.0 Richter cry, we can have a calm baby for as long as 5 minutes, plenty of time to employ other tactics and/or remedy poopy diapers. (In all fairness, we hadn’t realized it’s truly magical properties until it was in the hands of my Uncle, another expert on calming babies, but it’s also HOW you shake it that matters.) Do I care if all my notable parenting skills are passed down second-hand? Not one bit.
It’s actually a very special day today as my wife and I are celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary, albeit modestly. Years ago, we decided to dispense with the exchanging of gifts and just alternate turns on taking each other out to a really nice dinner. By necessity, this year is a little different, and following our (A-OK) checkup with the doc, we had a simple sushi lunch on the Danforth. Nothing too fancy, but it was what the wife wanted and it was good. (And for Mom’s that need to breastfeed in public, Sushi is a great choice as just about everything is in bite sized portions to begin with, and even her left-handed chopstick skills are more than adequate.)
It seems whenever someone learns that we take the kid out at least once a day, they’re impressed with our resolve. In reality, it’s often the calmest part of any given day and it’s summer so there’s no deterrent for us. Not yet, anyway. We get looks of fascination from other patrons or passersby and occasionally someone is compelled to come in for a closer look and then they turn to mush. I imagine you could talk almost anyone into anything if you had a cute enough infant with you. My wife has already gotten out of a parking ticket… I think I’ll take my baby to the Apple Store tomorrow to see what an iPad REALLY costs.
We ended our special day by having Grandma over for a visit which developed into an impromptu dinner that was really nice. Grandma also demonstrated with ease that she’s already forgotten more about calming babies than the two of us know combined. We’ll get there I’m sure, but Grandma’s welcome over anytime! I was pleased to show her that new-Dad had a few tricks of his own, not the least of which was secret weapon numero uno: The DNA helix-styled baby rattle.
We don’t go anywhere without it, and it’s powers (so far) are absolute. Even on a 4.0 Richter cry, we can have a calm baby for as long as 5 minutes, plenty of time to employ other tactics and/or remedy poopy diapers. (In all fairness, we hadn’t realized it’s truly magical properties until it was in the hands of my Uncle, another expert on calming babies, but it’s also HOW you shake it that matters.) Do I care if all my notable parenting skills are passed down second-hand? Not one bit.
