I friggin love being a dad. Except when he cries. And that time Nicole miscallibrated putting on a diaper, aligning his but crack with the edge of the diaper.
Not to digress too much, but the poop went everywhere BUT the diaper. The bitch Karma of it all was I had a choice to prep lunch or watch the baby.
I thought was getting the easy job watching the baby. I was wrong.
Sorry for such a sh*tty story.
Any who, waking up next to a baby that coos with happiness is a joy that’s hard to describe.
I wonder why that’s not an alarm clock tone. Seriously. Don’t take that idea. You can make bank on an alarm tone right?
OK back to my first day. After being happily woken by such sweet sounds, I was spoiled rotten by my wife with an abundance of presents and cards.
Thanks boo, all is forgiven for the diaper fail.
It was sinking in, that I was a dad on father’s day.
Walking around New York City after a brunch at Modern Love (great vegan spot by the way), it was so nice to hear people wish me a happy father’s day.
We walked along the newly opened Domino Park on the Williamsburg waterfront. It was a beautiful day, except it was 120 degrees outside.
Our baby was melting, and melting down.
We took the ferry back to the Fidi, and were soon home with no nuclear reactions.
I was proud. I am proud. This new identity is one that fits like a glove.
And not to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty good. Look mom got her praise in the mother’s day post, but now I get to say how great I am.
I’m a great coach during tummy time. I can decipher cries. (Speaking of oh dear god this is the most horrific thing. I can’t even register because I don’t want my soul shattered.)
We have quality time in the morning. I swear I’ve taught him to say I love you. Just imagine it said without any consonants and maybe an extra syllable.
Am I in the honeymoon phase? Perhaps.
We just sleep trained him through the night and got him of the night feed. For you non-parents, that means up to 8 hours of uninterrupted parent sleep which has been unattainable until now!
It seems like the highest praise in the world right now is eliciting his giggles.
That should be another alarm tone.
I hope I’m not at the end of the dad honeymoon phase.
At 3.5 months his newborn heroin like perfume smell has worn off.
Now his head scent is more stinky baby with cradle cap, but still kinda nice.
He needs baths now. OMG he’s turning into a smelly teenager already.
We need to clean his fat crevices.
They get that funky belly button like good bad smell you don’t like, but you can’t not smell.
We just saw my friend with a two year old at the food court.
The two year old was running everywhere and throwing things. Our Noah will never do that… 😛
Uh oh I AM in the honeymoon phase of fatherhood.
Well I will enjoy it, because he’s so damn cute and squishable.
Happy Belated Father’s Day to all you dads out there! Respect.