You bore me father…

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She is going to be 6’10” and kicking my ass within 10 years.  I’m so dead.

Life as I know it is now over…

I can totally make it.

I can totally make it.

It’s gonna be a bad week…

I just dropped my stopwatch in the urinal.

6 months, 12 days…

Babble babble, coo, moan, grunt THUD *silence* WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

repeat 100 million times

Leila figured out how to crawl…after 2 weeks of kinda getting it, she’s gotten her legs and arms moving in sync.  The dogs are terrified.

How the hell do you baby proof a 90 year old house?

unpoor daddying?

Is that the opposite of poor?  I don’t know anymore. 

Just when you don’t know what to do anymore, you find something that works…

Bedtime is getting difficult with the teething and the cough she has.  She didn’t want to go down so rather than risk an episode I took her into the hallway and danced.  I sang the first dumb thing that came to my mind and two-stepped with her:

Arizona moon keep shining from the desert sky above.
You know pretty soon, that big yellow moon will light the way back to the one you love.
Blue shadows on the trail.
Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream.
All of the doggies are in the corral.
All of your work is done.
So close your eyes and dream little pal.
Dream of someone.
Blue shadows on the trail.
Soft wind blowing through the trees above.
All the other little cowboys, back in the bunkhouse now.
So close your eyes and dream.

Yes, that’s the song Dusty and Lucky sang to Ned in The Three Amigos.  She put her head on my shoulder and every so often would look up at me with a happy open-mouthed gaze as if this was some sort of master work.  Mind you Randy Newman is brilliant, but still…

Eventually she kept her head down and didn’t fuss and layed down quietly with her thumb in her mouth…better than last time with my thumb up somewhere else.

I’ll have to regale her with the brave story of how the three amigos thwarted the infamous el guapo tomorrow….

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Poor daddying

Sigh.  Tuesday nights are difficult.  Kate works in the evening so after an hour overlap, she goes to work and the munchkin and I are home alone for the evening.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the time with her and look forward to it, but sometimes I wonder if she likes it as much as I do. 

All in all a good day, but no naps0129081614.jpg…a brief snooze in the car, but otherwise awake all day.  Mistake #1.  

Couldn’t get a burp during her last bottle of the day.  Mistake #2.

Cranky and fidgety afterwards…couldn’t sit her still so took her up to put her to bed.  Mistake #3.

Put her in crib on the verge of a meltdown.  Mistake #4.

Tried unsuccessfully many times to calm her down and put her down in crib in between to regroup.  Mistake #5.

30 minutes into the hysterics finally took her downstairs and walked with her.  So hysterical that even after she calmed down the sob breaths would jerk her awake and start things up again.

Ugh.  I know she was just overtired and maybe a tiny bit gassy, but why is it that just the thought of her screaming last night rips my heart in a million pieces?

6 months

Why peas? 

17 lbs 8oz, 28 inches long….and unbelievably constipated.  On the day before she was to start solid food, we were wondering if rice cereal was the way to go.  Seriously, the stuff turns to cement faster than cement.   Kate called the doc to see what to do:  skip right to vegetables and maybe get some suppositories…ha!

Vegetables, check.  Suppositories, check.  Poopies, check.