Christmas Pictures (Momma Monday)

Okay, so it’s that time of year already, Christmas pictures! I thought maybe Jared, Ace and I should get a cute picture in from of the fake tree and fireplace and send out like 100 greeting cards, but Jared thought no!!! So instead I took Ace and our niece Olivia to have their pictures taken as a gift for my parents and my brother. Easy right? Not so much!

Olivia just turned three on Thanksgiving day, so I thought she could be my little helper and get Ace to smile for me, again, not so much. Instead Olivia looked mad enough to just walk out of the portrait studio, and while the poor photographer was trying to get her to smile, Ace decided to fill his clean diaper! Oh the smell…..I thought we could play it off, hey we were almost finished, but oh no, then the screaming started! First Ace, then Olivia, what a nightmare!

So out to the car to get the diaper bag, meanwhile it’s about 30 degrees outside and Olivia keeps reminding me that she would like to take that ugly dress off! We get Ace’s dirty diaper changed, and head back to the portrait studio, and now there is quite a line, and the poor photographer working is getting screamed at by like 3 people!!! Olivia did ask one woman to use her indoor voice (nothing like a three year old pointing out the obvious) and then it got a little quieter. So now let’s finish those stinking pictures. We get done, and now it’s time to pick out the ones that I would like to order, okay so obviously the only one where both kids are looking forward will be the one to get, and then a few of each of them by themselves. So I’m sitting there ordering my pictures and Olivia keeps telling me that her butt is hanging out. I have no idea what she is talking about, so I tell her that it’s not because she is wearing a dress, but she just insisted that it was….okay so I agreed and hoped that the conversation would end there.

“Come on Olivia we are leaving.” I say to her, as she is dragging her feet and I’m impatiently waiting for her.

“Mimi (that’s me) I’m trying!” She replies.

Meanwhile, a woman waiting her turn for the photographer points out to me that Olivia is having a small problem walking, apparently her pull-up and tights are down around her feet! Oh my, so I drag her down the aisle to where I’m sure only security could see us and pull up her pants. “Why didn’t you tell Mimi?” I asked her.

And her response, “I told you my butt was hanging out!”

Oh….I can hardly wait until next year!


What Not To Do!

It doesn’t take a lot of skill, or even smarts, to procreate.  Take a guy, a girl, a few pelvic thrusts, and whop-bam-boom…you have procreated.  Simple, right?

Actually taking care of Momma before birth, and the little procreation after birth is a different story.  Many mistakes, bloopers, and near misses tend to happen along the pathway to getting your child into this world and then on to adulthood.

I’ve only been tripping down this path for about 18 months now (I’m including the 9 months of pregnancy), and figured I would share what I’ve learned not to do…

Never Be Too Tired To Interact With The Belly

No matter how tired you are, if your lady is pregnant and she asks you to feel her belly, or rub her belly, or listen to her belly, or talk to her belly, or lick her belly (OK I made that one up)…do it.  Superglue your eyelids open, drink some Red Bull, jog in place, do whatever it takes to stay awake and do it.  You are not feeling, rubbing, listening, talking to, or licking just her belly…you are interacting with your unborn child and showing your lady that you are excited about metamorphosing into a Dad.  It means a lot to her. Trust me on this one!

Never Assume Pregnant Sex Is Even Remotely Similar To Not Pregnant Sex

So you and your lady have probably gone at it multiple times in the past.  You both know what works and what doesn’t.  You know what buttons to push and what sequence to push them in.  Once her belly starts getting bigger it’s like the program changes.  No longer is that angle possible, no longer is that comfortable, no longer does that work, and no longer are those allowed to be touched!  It’s like bumping uglys for the first time again.  Not knowing what to expect…and just plain awkward!

Never Tell Your Wife You Will Call Her Right Back When She Calls To Tell You She Is Having Contractions

I was at work on the phone with a customer and my cell phone rings.  Momma says she is having contractions.  I asked her how far apart they were.  She said 15 to 20 minutes.  I asked if I could call her right back after I get off the phone with the customer.  She said, “OK.”  I hurried up the phone call with the customer and called Momma back within 60 seconds.  Never ever do this…you will never hear the end of it. :)

When Your Lady Is In The Delivery Room Pushing Out Your Baby Never Answer Your Cell Phone Even If It Is Your Dad Calling To Get Directions To The Hospital

My Dad was coming in from out of town to be there for the birth of his first grandchild.  I gave him good directions, but for some reason he missed his exit and drove half way around the outer-belt and then ended up downtown.  He called my cell to figure out where he needed to go and it just so happened that it was at the exact time that Momma was deep into the pushing stage.  In between pushes she asked me where he was at, and was yelling out directions for him to get to the hospital.  It was not pretty!  Never EVER EVER answer your cell phone when your lady is pushing!  I’m sure this story will be told to my great great grandchildren. :)

Just Because Your Baby Boy Had Not Turned Into A Pee Fountain At The Hospital While Changing His Diaper, Do Not Expect It To Continue At Home

We walked in the door of my mother-in-laws house after leaving from the hospital.  Of course Ace’s diaper needed changed right away.  I walked him over to the changing table and ripped of his diaper just like I had done for the past three days in the hospital.  Much to my surprise…Pee Fountain!  It went everywhere, including, but not limited to…my mouth, his mouth, my face, his face, the wall, in his ears, up his nose, in his eyes, and of course all over the fresh new diaper.  He screamed, I screamed, and Grandma came to our rescue.  Consider baby boys cocked and loaded at all times. :)

Never Use The Finger Sweep Method

Most of the time it is not hard to tell if your baby has dropped a load in their diaper.  You can usually smell it from across the room.  However there are those times that you just are not sure.  So what do you do next?  You pick them up and place your nose against their diaper.  This will usually give you a definite answer.  However there are times it is still questionable.  Maybe they just farted and the air mixed poop particulates are slowly seeping through the urine soaked absorbent material in the diaper.  What do you do next?  You stick you finger inside their diaper and then pull it out.  NO NO NO!  It is inevitable that every time you do this it was not a fart!  It was not a little stinker!  It was a full on CRAP!  Never, under any circumstance use the Finger Sweep Method.  Instead resort to the Lift And Peek Method.  You can thank me later!

Never Assume That Because Bananas Make Your Baby Constipated and Prunes Gives Them The Squirts That Mixing The Two Will  Be Alright

The potency of prunes outweighs the potency of bananas 10:1.  Nuff said… :D

Never Assume That Because Your Kid Is Sleeping Next To You On The Couch That You Can Watch Kat Williams’ “Pimp Chronicles” And Get Away With It

Just sitting there laughing myself silly at the borderline inappropriate comedy when I look over to see Ace…eyes wide open and laughing at the TV.  What the hell?  He can’t even talk!  How can he possibly comprehend that what the guy on TV is saying is funny?  I just hope his first words are not from that show! :D

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Wow…the things I should have done different.  And only in 18 months.  What will the next 18 years bring? :)


Getting Ready For Winter

FirewoodAfter recovering from Halloween I have decided that it is time to get ready for winter!  Many people do not like Winter, but I do!  I would much rather be cold than be hot.  When you are hot there is no escaping it.  In the Winter you can always put on more clothes to keep warm. :)

Any other year I would stock up on firewood, sweep the chimney, clean out the shed, service the lawn mower, rake the yard, put up all of the patio furniture, clean up the flower beds, clean out the gutters, get out the snow shovel, buy some rock salt for the driveway and sidewalks, and sit back and wait for the snow!

Is there anything else I need to do because I am a Dad now?  I mean, almost every other thing in my life has changed ever so slightly since Ace was born.

This summer was tough on me because I am an outdoors person, and I had to sit inside with Ace on the weekends when Momma was working.  Instead of mowing in the morning I had to wait until the evening.  Instead of sitting outside on the deck with the dog I sat in the couch with the dog and Ace.  There were tons of weeds in the flower beds because I just didn’t have time to pull them.  Things just didn’t get done around he house like they used to. 

How will things be this Winter?  There is not a lot to do outside in the Winter other than shoveling snow, spreading salt, carrying firewood.  However last winter I spent a lot of time working in the house.  Our basement was considered a “finished” basement, but was far from what we considered finished.  So I spent a lot of time tearing down the paneling, the ceiling, patching the cement walls, peeling up the tile on the floors.  I pretty much demolished the basement last year.  This Winter my goal is to rebuild it…but will I have time?  I also demolished the upstairs bathroom a few weeks ago…will it get finished?

Either way, the basement and bathroom are not going anywhere.  They will still be there next Winter.  I’m just going to enjoy Ace’s first Winter and do my best to make sure that he does too!  If I have some spare time…maybe, just maybe, some progress will be made on the basement and bathroom. ;)


Oops…..my bad!

Tonight was Momma’s first evening at work.  I was in charge of dinner and all of the bedtime activities.  Simple enough eh?  I thought so…

Our neighbor watched Ace for about an hour between the time that Momma left for work and I got home from work.   When I got home from work the babysitter went home and I put Ace in the truck.  We drove around town and ran a few errands.  We got back home and Ace did the normal night time stuff…play on the floor, drink a bottle,  get grumpy, and go to bed.

Momma was scheduled to be home a little after 10 o’clock, so I was trying to keep Ace awake so that Momma could see him before he went to bed.   However, that did not happen.  When Ace wants to sleep there is no stopping it… :D

So, Momma got home and of course asked me how everything went.  I told her everything I did, but there were some thing I guess I didn’t do quite right…  Now remember that I did not see or talk to Momma after I got home.  I had no idea what she expected me to do other than the usual…

  1. Ace was supposed to have some baby food for dinner and a bottle.  I didn’t give him the baby food.  I don’t remember Momma giving him baby food after I get home from work on a normal basis.  I guess my memory is not that good… :D
  2. Ace was  supposed to have a bath before bed tonight.  Oops…no bath.  Again a bath at night is not a regular thing.  It does happen every now and then, so I thought that Momma usually gives him baths during the day while I am work.  Wrong again…
  3. Ace was supposed to be in his pajamas when he went to bed.  He was wearing a long-john type onesie.  I figured the whole reason for wearing pajamas was to keep him warm.  Long-johns are warm, right? So I just let him sleep in his onesie.  Why wake him up and make him mad to change his clothes?  I’ve slept in my clothes on more than one occasion and I am still hear to talk about it…

Well, about 30 minutes after Momma gets home Ace wakes up.  This is not normal.  Ace usually goes to bed around 10 o’clock and sleeps till the morning.  I go to the kitchen and make a bottle, and Momma goes upstairs to get Ace.

When she comes back down with Ace he has one arm and shoulder protruding through the neck hole of his onesie and he is PO’d!  He looked right at me, and I could read his mind…”Pajamas! Pajamas would have prevented this…dumbass!”

After changing his diaper, putting on some “real” PJs, and a bottle  it is lights out once again…hopefully until morning. :D