Tuesday, April 27, 2010

She's Still People

I can stare at Eve for ages. She's almost 4 months old and I still can't believe she's ours. I can't believe how much she's grown. I can't believe how much she can DO now. I can't believe how much she shits still. I can't believe how cute she is when she laughs.

As much as people say "life has a way of sneaking up on you" I never believed it until this last year. The fact that life has been so good to me is baffling but I happily take it and run with it.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The (Ridiculous) Things I Worry About

I've never done this parenting thing before so I have a few concerns that I'm doing it wrong. "It" being:

1) I'm putting the diaper on too tight and Eve's circulation will be cut off resulting in leg amputation.
2) I will somehow coddle her or dote on her too much or spoil her or somehow turn her into a self-centered narcissist.
3) I will accidentally damage her brain by accidentally pressing my thumb into that soft spot on her skull.
4) Due to excessive attempts at getting her to stand I will somehow ruin her ability to crawl.

Oh, and that whole teaching her how to smoke a bong might eff her up a little too.

Kidding, bongs are for hippies.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Finding Time

The best part about instilling sleep patterns in a child is rediscovering "time". From the point Eve is down to sleep to the point we go to bed, Amy and I have a good 2 hours to ourselves.

Two hours may not seem like much in the course of a day, and I'm sure there are crabby jackasses that would say that's too much, but when you have a funny, beautiful, wonderful wife you tend to want to have her to yourself.

I love Eve to bits. Would die and kill for her, but I have officially graduated to the level of "Daddy who loves his daughter like crazy but is ready to let her sleep for a few hours without staring at her and marvelling at her existence/cuteness/farting 24 hours 7 days a week". 22 hours a day, 7 days a week, thank you very much.

And I'm not apologetic about it. I still marvel at her and dote on her, but just as importantly I marvel and dote on the woman I love. Life is getting somewhat back to normal (though very different) and it's time I bug the hell out of Amy with doting.

So if you'll excuse me, I have sappy text messages to write.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Endangered Species of the Day

As a parent I worry about what I'm getting Eve in to. I hope to god we don't screw everything up too bad before she's able to enjoy things. So in the spirit of being a dirty, carrot-eating hippie, I bring you the Ontario Species at Risk of the Day (with all kinds of ways to share it).

Endangered Species of the Day

My hope is that Eve grows up to see and appreciate all manner of wildlife and nature. I pray, pray, pray that she doesn't have dreadlocks and wear patchouli, but I sure as shit don't want a kid that throws garbage on the ground or is apathetic about the environment.

And I hope she plays hockey. She'll be Canada's next Wickenheiser or Campbell (but with better hair).

Thursday, April 1, 2010

No Time For Parents

Eve is 3 months old now and the changes are incredible. She's a bit more mobile and alert, is bigger, cuter, gurgles and coos, and she poos with a whole new level of ferocity. She's incredible to watch and dote on. In fact, the words Amy and I say most often seem to be, "she's so friggin cute I can't even deal with it" or something to that effect.

So we spend a ton of time doting and waiting on her happily, and it's good. But as she grows a bit older it seems like we're leaving less time for ourselves and more time to entertain and stare at her during the day.

Enter night however, and she sleeps pretty early leaving at least 3 hours for Amy and I to obsessively fly through episodes of Six Feet Under (at least 2 a night).

My point is that it's hard going from living only for yourselves to supporting a child, particularly one who's growing faster than a weed on crack, and finding that balance is tricky. We're slowly learning how to find time to do our own thing. I think it's imperative to have a good sitter (family is fantastic) a strong committment to each other that you'll do something for yourselves, and the patience of a saint.

...and a wall unit filled with scotch (for nights that you can't go out).