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.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Eve and Daddy


DSC_0005, originally uploaded by browstua.

Obsessed with Poo


Best day ever, apparently., originally uploaded by browstua.

I'm not sure if the title of this post will get me the kind of organic search ranking I want, but my life is all about poop.

If it's not the dogs (of which we have THREE now - fostering one) it's Eve.

As much as we're pretty low-stress parents there is still a large part of us that frets about the little shit. Or the lack of shit. Or no shit for a day and a half. And then we get detective-y and start questioning each type of food Eve's had for the last few days.

This isn't something I ever actually aspired to, yet it makes me so damn happy. Not happy because it's shit - that's just weird. Happy because having a family with a beautiful wife and cute-as-hell daughter and 3 dogs (what the hell did we get ourselves into?) is amazing.

It's incredible that something so silly as fretting over your daughter's bowel movements can remind you that life is really damn good.

For the record we think it was the carrots that prevented the pooping.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

This Makes Me Happy Every Day