I’m sorry folks! I have been slacking so terribly on my posts since going back to work. I have excuses, but no real reason to not post. Tired and lacking motivation are the biggest ones. So here’s a quick update while I’m still feeling guilty. 
DD and Mommy are doing fantastic as the second week C being a “stay-at-home mom” draws to a close. They’re working out a routine that benefits them both. Surprisingly, dd’s calling the shots there.
Holy crap, I just realized how quickly this week flew! Here’s some highlights:
Saturday, we were all hanging out in the living room, just lookin around. It was almost noon, so I thought it would be a good time to go hop in the shower and actually start the day. As I’m standing, facing the window and C+dd, I see a pickup truck cruise by slowly, with their right blinker on. They make a slow left turn to the street directly in front of our house (still with the right blinker on), and continue to go slow. I figured it was just someone lost. So as I continue talking to C+dd, I see another truck creeping along, out of the corner of my eye. Glancing up, I see it. My initial thought was “holy crap, I need the camera!”. So I grab it, explain the situation to C with a quick volley of incoherent words that ended with “look out the window”, and jet outside in my PJs, camera in hand, to catch this:
Yes, that’s really what I saw. Only in a small town, eh? Even Mr. B couldn’t believe his eyes…
One big thing happened to me though. I was making faces at dd, as she was lying on my lap facing me. Typical dad faces. Well, she must’ve really liked one of them, cause she gave me just the biggest damn smile I’ve ever seen on her. What a cool feeling. Camera was nearby, but she decided she didn’t want to smile for the cam. Ah well.
As Saturday progressed, and we ended up over at G&G’s for obligatory dd time. Artsy pictures were taken…
Twins game was watched…
And cards were played. Once again, the great and powerful Oz won. I tell you, she is a force to be reckoned with!
Sunday, nothing was accomplished. I mean nothing. We barely made it out of bed. It reminded me of the old days at the apartment with the Chicago crew. Just no hangover, smoke and video games (*sigh* I miss Halo). It was fantastic!
Monday, it was back to work. But Sunday night, dd kept mommy up all night1 fussin and crabbin. We hoped it would get better during the day. It didn’t. Even Oz came by to assist. But DD traveled quickly through a downward spiral into a full fledged “we should maybe call the doc” moment. I hear new parents tend to overreact. I consulted “teh internetz”, and it told me we’re fine. But dd isn’t their child. So the doc appointment was made for Tuesday AM. Monday night was another sleepless night for all, though not as bad as Sunday night.
Tuesday morning, I got up with her and changed/fed/consoled her so that C could sleep a bit. Off to the doc at 845, where we found out that (again, surprisingly) babies get sick. DD has a cold. We were given advice and some tips and tricks. More stuff to add to our arsenal of information. By the time I got home Tuesday night, she was feeling better. Oz hung out with us for a little bit, then cruised on home. After a late night, she slept through til almost my alarm at 400.
Allow me to divert our path for a second here: I do have one very important point to make. Oz is the best damn mother-in-law in existence. Some folks might think (Oz included) that by her being around so often, I would get fed up with her. That I would perceive her as “meddling” and being one of “those” mother-in-laws. Quite the contrary. I absolutely adore her being around. Her knowledge is vast and necessary, and her laugh is infectious. Her mere presence lightens any mood. She is a downright wonderful human being, and I love her for being her. Wednesday night, I missed her being there, even if only for a moment. I can only hope that dd learns from her as much as I have about how to live life to its fullest. She is the embodiment of the phrase “love like you’ve never been hurt”. The world needs more people like her.
Okay, back to the week. Wednesday night, I found out that dd is starting to like Louis Prima and Lou Monte more than Sinatra and Satchmo2. She was fussy last night, but I found that if I dance with her, she quiets down. But it has to be the faster, jazzy stuff; like:
- Lou Monte – Lazy Mary
- Louis Prima – Oh Marie & Buona Sera
- Bobby Darin – Little Bitty Pretty One (Why the hell didn’t anyone tell me this song was Bobby Darin before?)
She’s developing pretty good taste in music. That was a great time (I’m listening to Lazy Mary as I type this, reminiscing).
Moment of reflection: We have one cool kid. I tell you, it is awesome being parents! Just plain awesome. She’s 5 weeks old tomorrow, yet I barely remember a time without her. Everyone told us that we’re going to love it. They were right. So we’ve graduated from the class that hears the words to the class that tells them. If you’re not a parent yet, but are planning to be, let me tell you: it is awesome. You will love it. Its not easy by any means. But amazingly rewarding! I can only think that the way we’re feeling right now is exactly as Mom and Dad, Momma and C&M’s dad, and Oz and MC felt when they all became parents.
And so the torch is passed.