Can I Ask for a Do Over?

4162016 hasn’t gotten off to the start I expected.  Is it too late to ask for do over?  January started off well-for about nine days–then things started unraveling.

Unraveling started with a stomach virus—changing my definition of morning run.  Being the unselfish guy I am, I shared my virus with the family.  Mom was first, enjoying the queasiness and extra bathroom trips so much, she shared with the baby.

He repaid us too—with crankiness and we’ll-loaded diapers.  That kid could really load one up.  Not wanting to feel left out, Cristian got Mommy sick, completing the clean sweep.

We recovered in time for the Blizzard of 2016—Cristian’s first blizzard.  Taking him out to play after digging out was a highlight.  Then we all got sick again.  The doctor said it was viral but it felt more like the flu.

Taking care of a sick baby sucks, especially when you’re both sick at the same time.  I’ve gotten used to staggering out of bed and bringing Cristian a bottle in the middle of the night.  He usually gives me a pissed off, what took you so long look before snatching the bottle and going back to sleep.  That’s on a good night and we haven’t had many of those since he’s gotten sick.

Cristian experiencing his first blizard
Cristian experiencing his first blizard

We’ve shared a steady diet of sleepless nights trying to soothe our screaming son.  We’ve taken turns walking him around the house.  Being unable to calm a screaming-feverish baby giving off furnace-like heat is the most helpless I’ve felt as a father.

Although the fever broke the next day, this past week included a steady diet of binge watching Sid the Science Kid, Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood and Caillou at 3 am.  You know I love my son if I’m sitting through episode after episode of Caillou.

Although I foresee another late-night/sleepless baby/kiddie programming evening, Pepa Pig tonight, there’s hope.  Cristian’s smile returned today, he spent the afternoon running around getting into mischief.  He’s not there yet but hopefully soon.

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Chasing the Tazmanian Devil

cropped-Sent-to-Esther-3.jpgParenting is a time-consuming, energy-draining proposition.  Babies expect to be fed and those diapers need to be changed every day.  I knew this when I signed on, or thought I did.  Taking care of a baby is easy in theory.   Reality on the other hand…

During Esther’s pregnancy,  we debated baby names, Donald Trump and Ted Cruz had nothing on us, designed a nursery, she planned the layout while I moved furniture back and forth and back again and again and again, and stocked our home with every conceivable baby item.

I wanted to record Cristian’s birth, so we could show him the video every year on his birthday.  The doctor was onboard—the Go Pro Camera was strapped around his head and ready to go.  My better half objected, something about therapy being expensive.

Tummy Time - He hated Tummy Time.
Tummy Time – He hated Tummy Time.

Like most expectant parents, we thought had it all under control when in reality we had no clue.

As new parents we anxiously awaited each developmental milestone, lifting his head, tummy time, and crawling. We survived, sleepless nights, diaper blowouts and teething (wait that’s still going on).

Walking, or more accurately, chasing our walking baby is the challenge du jour.  We were so excited when Cristian took his first steps.  A baby’s first steps look a lot like college students on a St. Patrick’s Day Pub Crawl.  Before long they figure it out, and then it’s like chasing the Tazmanian Devil on Red Bull.

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Chasing a curious toddler down hallways and keeping him away from open doors and staircases requires teamwork (see my last post).  Think you’re keeping him out of the kitchen by putting a few chairs or a toy box in his way?  Guess again.

Cristian’s an amazing troubleshooter, climbing over and crawling under most obstacles.  He’s going to kill the Tough Mudder course in about 20 years, maybe 10, but that’s not helping me right now.

Hanging out with my brother last weekend didn’t help.  Ever the big brother, he let me in on a secret—we haven’t scratched the surface yet.  Thanks Bob, I knew I could count on you.  Oh well at the very least, I’m sure it will generate a post or two and give me some cross training once race season starts.

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