“The New Project” is progressing ahead of schedule (or at least it seems to be going fast). The new project milestones achieved this past week include: seeing herself in a mirror, discovering the existence of the floor, almost waving, sleeping 8 hours at night, and possibly recognizing the sound of her name. She's also growing like a weed. She barely fits in the bathtub that looked like it would drown her 6 weeks ago.
As for me, I'm passing some milestones of my own. Despite secretly conspiring never to change a diaper, I bit the bullet yesterday and got the job done. It turns out it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There are no pins in the modern cloth diapers; its all velcro; and it didn't smell bad at all. In another couple of months I may be ready to change a dirty diaper. I'll keep you posted.
Well, break's over. If you need me I'll be in the laundry room.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
The New Project
Your favorite steel toed boot wearing, travelling trench jockey has recently embarked on a project like no other, a completely different job than anything he’s ever experienced; truly groundbreaking. During the typically slow months of January and February, I have been working on raising my beautiful baby girl. The job has odd hours, is physically (and mentally) demanding, and the pay is fantastic (though the monetary cost is astounding).
Our “Little One” was born in January and although I had hoped to be one of those old time fathers who paced the waiting room and handed out cigars, I ended being one of those fathers who woke up on the floor of the delivery room dressed in scrubs. The entire event was the most surreal moment of my life, and that is saying something.
Since the birth, every day has been both a joy and a challenge. I have been there for her first dirty diaper, her first smile, her first time outside, and her first ride in a car, bus, boat, and buggy. I have spent every day; almost every hour for the past two months with her and I have enjoyed every minute (well, almost every minute).
How I am going to leave her when the next out-of-town project comes up, and what milestones am I going to miss?
Our “Little One” was born in January and although I had hoped to be one of those old time fathers who paced the waiting room and handed out cigars, I ended being one of those fathers who woke up on the floor of the delivery room dressed in scrubs. The entire event was the most surreal moment of my life, and that is saying something.
Since the birth, every day has been both a joy and a challenge. I have been there for her first dirty diaper, her first smile, her first time outside, and her first ride in a car, bus, boat, and buggy. I have spent every day; almost every hour for the past two months with her and I have enjoyed every minute (well, almost every minute).
How I am going to leave her when the next out-of-town project comes up, and what milestones am I going to miss?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
