It’s a sunny Friday here in the Philly burbs. What could make my mood any better (besides not being in work, which ain’t gonna happen)? How about some high pitched singing, screaming solos, a craps table/bass guitar, mullets, perms, and/or perm’d mullets!
And a key-tar! Hell yea.
I would just like to say, that for such a little person, the (as we’ve been calling them) “poop explosions” are quite loud. They startle me every time if I happen to be holding her when it’s time to let loose! At least we never have to guess whether or not the diaper needs changing (if we’ve been within earshot, anyway.)
As it stands, a lot of new parenting revolves around poop. You monitor it’s frequency, celebrate it at the begining as developmental milestones, and watch it transform from what I liken to black tar, to a more cajun mustard type of look that we’re getting into now. Bizarre, huh?
By the way, I apologize in advance to anyone I have to interact with after my “paternity leave” is over. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be talking in a sing-songy voice, and referring to myself as Daddy. After a while you stop noticing you’re doing it, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna slip up, probably talking to a client.
Well, today we decided to live like shut-ins so we could spend our first full day at home trying to figure out this little person who’s now living with us. No visitors, blinds closed, and I would totally recommend it to anyone bringing home a new baby. We are, however, incredibly grateful for all the well wishes and food and clothes and everything else that people have been bringing by, and we should be ready for some immediate family visits again tomorrow. Friends, we’re gonna try to start working you guys all in over the next few weeks, we just don’t want to overwhelm Katie (or ourselves). Personally, I’d like to get a few dozen diapers under my belt before I have to do it in front of anyone. Anyway, my favorite lesson of the day: if we decide to let her “air out” for a bit without a diaper, she can and will take the opportunity to poop on us.