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… 😀

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… 😀
  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. 😀

Hillbilly Lullaby

My wife tells me all the time that I am a hillbilly/redneck. I don’t think that I am…well, ok there are some things that I do that are pretty “redneck-ish”. Compared to her and her family/friends I am a big time redneck, but compared to the people where I come from I am not. I have a college education and I don’t hang deer in our front tree to bleed out…

I do a lot of things that embarrass my wife because I don’t do them the “normal” way, she says.

Redneck Offense #1: I have an old Chevy Blazer that I bought for a dollar. That’s right $1USD. It is a beauty! 🙂 It runs, but is not yet road worthy. It is a project that I have been working on and it sits in the driveway…

Redneck Offense #2: I recycle aluminum cans. I have asked Ace’s grandparents to save their cans too. Every time we go to visit Ace’s grandparents we come home with a couple trash bags full of empty cans, so I have a lot of cans that need crushed. And they tend to pile up until I get time to crush them.

Redneck Offense #3: Taking each can, one-by-one, and crushing it with my foot would occupy nearly all of my spare time. So in order to do things quickly I take a shortcut… I pour all of the cans all over the driveway then drive the Blazer (Nicknamed “The Crusher”) back and forth over them until they are all crushed.

Maybe it is the man in me that enjoys crushing things with the tires of a truck. Maybe it is the redneck. Either way I feel like I am driving BigFoot…and I enjoy it. 😉

Is the redneck syndrome contagious? I think it may be.

When my son was very young (I’m talking 1-2 months old) I had a hard time getting him to sleep. His mom and grandma would sing to him to get him to calm down and take a nap.

Once when I was home alone with Ace he was in the need of someone who would sing to him. Now, I am not a singer! I am as tone deaf as person with no ears, but I needed to give it a shot.

What song would I sing? I didn’t know all the words to “Rock-A-Bye-Baby” or any of the normal lullabies. I was drawing a blank… So I sang the first thing that came to mind…

“Well the first thing ya know, old Jed’s a millionaire,
The kin folk said, “Jed move away from there!”
They said, “California is the place ya oughtta be!”
So they loaded up their truck and moved to Beverly…
Hills that is…swimming pools… movie stars…”

Much to my amazement Ace fell into a soft slumber!

So was it the sound of my voice that calmed him, or did the song selection calm his inner underdeveloped redneck gene?

SuperBaby or SuperDad?

SupermanAce has been getting more and more mobile in the past couple weeks. A little over a month ago I was so excited to see him get up on all fours. Now he is exploring the house and pulling himself up into a standing position while holding on to some object…usually his Excersaucer or the dog, Buddy.

He has a tendency to fall and bump his head, so I let him stand on the couch. He stands at the back of the couch holding onto the back cushion. I sit on the floor to keep him from falling off the couch if he happens to fall straight backwards. Usually he just sits down or falls sideways.

Here lately he has been doing really well. He will stand there for 10 minutes with no problems. When he wants down he will fall to his knees and then to his belly.

I realized today that I have not got a picture of him standing like this yet. But I did not realize that he had one more super stunt in store for me that I had not seen!

As I backed up to get a good angle for the picture he (in slow motion) leaps backwards…slowly falls until his bottom hits the couch cushion…bounces up in the air…his feet fly high over is head as he exits the couch’s airspace and starts falling to the floor. I (in slow motion still) drop the camera…dive across the floor with my arms extended…I see him falling…I see my hands getting closer…he has almost hit the floor now…and amazingly my hands slide underneath him and stop his fall…Whew!

I seriously caught him about a half an inch from the floor! One hand caught his face and the other his midsection.

As I gathered my breath (and my sanity) I was awaiting his scream from the fear of falling so violently or from hitting my hands with so much force.

To my amazement, as I rolled him over, he had this shit eating grin on his face! If he could talk he would have said, “That was fun Dad…Let’s do it again!!!”

I don’t know what was more “Super”…my diving catch or his daredevil stunt!