June 15, 2005

then before and now once more, I’m bouncing round the room
that time and once again, I’m bouncing round the room

Something clicked in HBomb’s head this weekend. Dunno what it was, but suddenly he can sit for several minutes when propped, and has taken to actually bouncing in his bouncy seat.

Yes, before… say… Monday, Hayes merely teetered in his bouncy attachement for the Amby Bed. I thought he would like it, but he was a bit too short, so I had to add a link to the chain that supports it. And he did like it, just not this much. He’s still too short for the attachement, but now he uses his legs, bent at the knees, and launches himself into the air. He can literally do this for an hour.

These changes are great. Hell, it’s the best free entertainment I’ve ever seen. Maybe I’ll even sell videos. I bet they’ll do really well in… uhm… the grandparent’s houses. Yup, lots of money to be made there.

June 13, 2005

On doctor’s orders, we’ve started the transition to “solids.” I’m not sure why they call it “solids,” afterall, it’s about as solid as a milkshake… which… you know, isn’t solid. Anyway, one of the joys of these knew foods is the smell they make coming out the… uh… other side.

Yes, not being a breastfed babe, H has never had pleasant or not particularly smelly poop. Nope, it’s always been pretty bad. But now it’s worse. Anyone that’s made this transition I’m sure would agree.

Being science minded, I’ve notice a distinct difference in scent between poop depending on what H has eaten. Last night, green beans, and, yup, the worst smell ever.

I guess I should consider myself lucky, having been broken in with stinky formula instead of breast milk. I would imagine the transition is much worse. Anyway, thought I’d share, cause I’m sure you’ve been waiting since I started this blog for this very post.

June 9, 2005

So there were no inept burglars to provide entertainment for Hayes or me. And no building of Rube Goldbergian traps so we could net Joe Pesci (whatever happened to him?). But there was a night of thunder crashing and lightening flashing to keep at least one of us from sleeping well. That one being… uhmmm…. me. That’s how our first night without Jen went.

Yes, Jen is off in New York City doing that highfalutin city-folk thing and meeting with clients, hobnobbing with bigwigs and whatnot. As a results, as Hayes (hopefully) cries himself into nappy land in the background, I find myself not only a at-home-dad, but an only parent. If at least for 36 hours or so.

I’ve decided to take today off from work in the hopes that it will make my job as a stay-at-home-only-parent easier. Of course this gives me some time to blog… and watch some tv. So I’ve got that going for me, which is nice. I just wish today wasn’t going to be so freakin’ hot and humid so that we could enjoy some walks. But, as Clark Grizwold once said,

I’m gonna have fun and you’re gonna have fun. We’re all gonna have so much fucking fun we’ll need plastic surgeory to remove our godamn smiles. You’ll be whistling ‘Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah’ out of you’re assholes! I gotta be crazy! I’m on a pilgrimage to see a moose. Praise Marty Moose! Holy Shit!

Except without the moose part. And the swearing… I mean come on, there are kids around! Yup, that’s exactly how I feel…

June 8, 2005

So it’s coming to an end. Yup, my stint as an 80 hour-a-week worker is about to take it’s final bow. At least for the summer anyway. Our “nanny” starts her 20 hr/week regular schedule on Monday and I couldn’t be happier. Jen has scheduled her in from time-to-time and in conjunction with visit from a loving aunt (she, like most of you out there, flies firmly in the face of New England pronunciation and calls herself an “ant.”) and a few grandparents’ visits have given me… gasp… a day off on weekends.

And it’s doing wonders. Coupled with the full night’s sleep we’ve been getting after Ferberization, I’ve returned to my former sunny disposition. Now I’m only grumpy half the time, which really, is much better for everyone involved. Actually, I’m rarely grumpy, and with the new nanny scedule, I can see those days getting fewer and farther between.

June 4, 2005

I know I’ve covered this before, but HBomb loves baseball. And it’s really strange. It’s not even a recent thing… he kicked the most in the womb during the Sox run to the World Series. And now… well, if he’s crying, he’s sure to calm down if a ball game is on. Then cry during commercials

He reacts similarly to football. Actually, he did in the womb, but was far too young to appreciate the Patriots. Stranger still is that as a child, I could care less about baseball or football or anything sports. It was only in highschool that I truly started to appreciate organized sports. And Jen, well she grew up not watching or playing sports. So, really, his interest in sports is baffling… but if it means I have to watch more Sox games, you won’t find me complaining.