Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Babies Are Smart

There are few things I dislike more than being away from my family. Amy and Eve are at the cottage for a week until I join them and I was in Jersey City for about 40 hours before that. As much as the dogs try, they don't quite fill the gap.

While at the cottage Eve has taken to specifically asking for "cheese" and "up". More words! Smartest baby ever!!!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Whoa...Forgot To Post

Life got so busy being a Dad that I forgot to update my blog about life as a Dad. I guess that basically says it all.

As Eve has grown, become more mobile and independent (and seemingly hell bent on killing herself), and otherwise become more awesome, funny, and cute, she's also infinitely more time consuming. A half year ago I would have thought that was impossible BUT I WAS WRONG.

I'm now frantically hunting for "cool" things to do with her (aka not Rainbow Songs or weird hippie shit). I'm figuring out how to get her to love playing with dirt, how to get her into sports, how to get her on a bike without her falling off, how to get her to appreciate music more, and otherwise how to be perfect.

Of course in all of this I worry about turning her into a douchebag (great article) or developing her cynicism too early.

She's too perfect to end up like the above so I probably won't break her. Probably.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

And now you are 1

Eve turned 1 on the first of January. She is old as dirt now and it's time to trade her in for something newer!

Kidding. She's amazing. BUT! Here are the things that irk me as a doting father:

1) Sleep. When the hell is she going to sleep through the night? We're working on getting it down to one feed after we go to bed.
2) Speed. She's really damn fast and she's just starting to toddle about. She crawls faster than I walk and messes things up faster than I can fix them.
3) Food. She loves food sometimes. Other days, she does not want anything except toast, crackers, or cheese. For this reason we're very hesitant to raise her vegan - I need her to eat something damn it and cheese is a guaranteed eat.
4) Child Care. Why the hell is it so expensive? While yes I believe that my daughter deserves the best, I also believe that we're getting taken for a ride when centres tell us that it's going to cost $1,800 a month for one infant.

When not chasing her around ensuring she doesn't kill herself, we spend most of our time doting and staring at her. We marvel at how cute she is, and we clap, sing, make silly noises, and otherwise are fools for her. Some days I still marvel that she's here and how perfect (excluding some of the above) she is. It's crazy to take stock of your life and realize you have everything you need - particularly a perfect wife and a perfect daughter.

I'm a lucky man. A lucky, tired man.

Thursday, November 18, 2010


Teething seems like it really sucks. I don't know if there is any other way to put it. Eve has a hard time napping, she is constantly chewing on her hand, we are always giving her ice cubes (in one of these, typically for feeding fresh fruit), and she has a few gummy chew things.

I don't know if there's an easy way through this, but so far she's doing ok. She's such an easy going little person (says the guy who doesn't spend all day with her, 5 out of 7 days) that it really sucks seeing her in pain.

I don't have good advice for getting through it except to make sure you have chewable things that can go in the freezer. And buy something nice for yourself if you're staying at home with a teething child. Something like a case of wine or a keg of beer. You deserve it.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

One of those days

Eve gets better and better. More active, more yappy, more toothy, more cute, and more lovely. I'm blessed with the perfect wife, the perfect daughter, and three crazy friggin dogs (well, two crazy dogs and one that eats poop).

The hardest part of it all is wishing my Mum was around to be a part of it too. As Christmas, the one year anniversary of her passing approaches, the sadness is coming back more regularly.

She loved my wife, loved our family, and would have loved Eve to pieces.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010


It's come and gone already. I spent a good chunk of time thinking about "what I'm thankful for", as horribly teen-movie that sounds. But in a year of so much change I think it's important to not take anything for granted. So here are a few things I'm thankful for:

1) At 9.5 months, Eve may finally let Amy and I sleep for 5 hour stretches uninterrupted
2) We don't have to pay property taxes again until May
3) There is a faint possibility that we may escape paying $1700 a month for daycare
4) Eve has not found a way to stick her finger in an electrical socket yet
5) I can walk faster than Eve can crawl
6) Eve's massive smiles, with her little teeth growing in
7) The free babysitting we've received care of family and friends

In all seriousness I am thankful for my amazing family, how my heart melts every time I look at Amy and Eve, that we have a roof and jobs and food, that the dogs are pretty damn good most of the time, and I'm extra thankful for the time I had with my Mum.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Blow Out - My Dinner Date with Baby Poo

If you don't have kids, you might not be familiar with the term "blow out". It's a dreaded term for parents and a dreadful thing to happen.

Essentially, a blow out is when what you hope the diaper will catch is not caught by said diaper. And when it is not caught it kind of blows out the sides. Clever name for an awful event.

After a quick jaunt to the fruit market, Amy and I (with Eve in tow) popped in for some delicious Kimchi stew at a great Korean restaurant (Ka Chi) on Bloor. Eve had been a little "backed up" for a bit and was in discomfort all day. This drove us sick with worry, but there's not much to do about it so we were trying to entertain her and enjoy ourselves.

Eve's level of frustration seemed to escalate rather quickly, so I took her out of her seat and was holding her as she bounced about and looked around the restaurant, wooing people with her smiles. Her very, very big smiles.

Turns out the smiles were those of great relief. Relief all over my shorts, shirt, and her leg.

It is not often you have to run out on your hot date (sorry Amy) and loudly whisper, "I have to go, I have shit on my leg".

Parenthood is all glamour, all the time.