When my wife returned to work, i decided to utilize the new Family Leave Act to stay home with my son, the Notorious HFG, for 12 weeks. I had posted on FB these daily updates about the experience being a stay at home dad, aka Mistah Mom. On this blog between other regular entries, i will put them up for all to read and remember those days. Here's Week One (FYI - HFG is my son, Big D my cat, Little D my wife's cat):
The Chronicles of Mistah Mom: Day One Down; MommaGee watched HFG as our intrepid Mistah braved the elements to collect some paperwork, dodged Gaggles of Geriatric Grocers in the local s-mart, and barely tolerated the slowest deli man ever to slice cheeses. Yes, the Mistah survived to be a Mom another day. What adventures are in store for tomorrow?
The Chronicles of Mr. Mom, Day Two: No adventures in Geriatric Grocers today, just a goodly day of happy HFG, visited by all G-parents. The Highlight (so far, the day is not done)? Watching "Dead Snow" (again, first time was interrupted several times) with HFG asleep on my shoulder and the Big D curled up in my lap. Life doesn’t get better than zombies, a big purrin’ furball, and my sleepin’ boy.
Addendum to the Chronicles: Watching the HFG attempt to roll over to the delight of all - and making "dolphin" noises all the while. My son has a sense of porpoise.
The Chronicles of Mistah Mom, Day Three: I feel like i've been chasing a stray sock ALL FREAKIN' DAY! I have a thought for Crisis Management Training: while having to urinate badly, change a diaper while the baby pees a jet stream on a recently changed outfit AND decides to spit a substantial amount of lunch up that begins to pool under his head as your cell phone rings and then the house phone follows...
CoMM D. 3, Highlight of the Night: The HFG was kind of mellow after much stimuli from my nephew's b-day party until Jenny and i sang (yes, folks, i now sing to a select audience) the "Bathtime Song," heralding the event that followed the song. He just lit up and got a happy - which lasted, of course, until we had to take him out of the bath.
Chronicles of Mistah Mom, Day Four: HFG spent a large portion of his day with the G-Parents Gee whilst Mistah Mom went on a scavenger hunt to return and exchange some clothes. The Highlight? I suppose, shortly after my Mom said, "Oh what a cute outfit..." (indeed it was), he destroyed the outfit in one fell poop. I am trying not to read too much into this – not ALL behavior has meaning (i hope).
Chronicles of Mistah Mom, Day Five: First, it was A ONE OUTFIT DAY!!! (amazing what only one week, errr 5 days of domesticity makes me happy about) - Went for a long, long walk (saw ten Robins hanging in one yard - not auditions for Batman); Managed to handle the HFG mostly by myself today... Reinforcements came after the walk (GrandmaBee came so i could read three days worth of newspapers)...
The Travails of the HFG: Putting clothes on him today was like wrestling a wildebeast crossed with an octopus. When he gets squirmy like this, i tend to end up with more stuff like Aquaphor on me than on him. Thankfully, that's all i end up with on me.
On the Next Chronicles of Mistah Mom: Naps and Walks and Ways to Amuse an Infant!
No comments:
Post a Comment