Howdy gang,
Long
time no blog eh? I will spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say I
have been swamped lately. My wife and I have both been super busy at work, plus
weddings, plus everything else that keeps popping up. I can’t believe it has
been over 2 weeks since my last post though! So much has changed in that short
amount of time. At my last post, Elizabeth had been doing some sitting by
herself. She usually lost her balance and bounced her melon on the ground. But
now…she is a sitting champ. She sits for 30+ minutes by herself and she loves
playing with toys. She now fusses if we don’t sit her up and immediately give
her toys to play with. She has all of the pieces of crawling down, but she
seems to refuse to. She loves her crinkle elephant, her Sophie, her Brewers giraffe,
and her stacking rings. She will roll over to them and pull them out of the toy
box now. She has grown so much in such a short amount of time!
She is
still constantly jibber jabbering and has recently been really good at
responding to her name. Up until the last 2 or 3 weeks it had been kind of hit
or miss, but now she responds to it very well. She still gets very distracted
when I am watching Supernatural, but she is just a really happy-go-lucky smiley
baby. We have had a few issues lately with our nighttime routine. She had been
sooooo good about putting herself to sleep and had been staying asleep for
quite a while. She would usually go to bed around 7 pm and only wake up around
2am to eat and then go back to sleep. Now it has turned in to a crapshoot. She
could be sleeping anywhere between 630-830pm and she might not wake up until
6am or she will wake up every 2 hours. I have my sneaking suspicions that she
has another tooth coming in and that’s why she has been so hit or miss lately.
God, I hope not though. She does a complete and total personality 180 when she
is cutting new teeth.
On a
totally unrelated note, I may be really biased here, but I think Elizabeth is
one of the cutest babies that I have ever seen. I have pretty much always been
of the opinion that 95% of babies look like a cross between an old man and an
alien. I still have that opinion by the way. Now of course, there is the other
5% of babies, your Gerber babies, your Ryan Reynolds’ babies, etc… which are
undeniably adorable, but again, for the most part…they are all kind of ugly. I
was immediately attached to my little Ewok from the moment I saw her, but as a
newborn she still wasn’t all that cute. She was bald, covered in blood, some
poop (not 100% sure where that came from), and had a scrunched up face. As she
got older, her dimples came in, she became more facially expressive, and we
started to notice that depending on the look she was throwing out she looked
like either her mother or myself.
Again,
I am sure I am biased here, but I have had so many people that share my “most
babies aren’t cute” opinion tell me how pretty she is. It has made me think
that maybe it isn’t just my own bias and mix of hormones that are making
believe she is so pretty. Now, I feel the need to back pedal just a little bit
here. If you are a parent of a child that I called “cute” then I am sure you
are now thinking to yourself, “That son of a bitch was lying to me when he
called my son/daughter cute!”. That is not the case. Well…not exactly. I have
many friends and family that did have legitimately cute babies. The others, it
was a lie of omission. To be more accurate, I guess I should have said, “They
are cute for an average baby”, but man does that sound dickish even for me. So
please, put down your pitchforks and Molotov cocktails.
On yet
another unrelated note, I recently applied for a different position at the
Crimson Plus Sign. It would allow me to be home with my wife and Elizabeth much
more than my current job allows. Long story short, I don’t think I will be
offered this position, but I had to jump at the opportunity. As much as I love
my job, stress and all, I just don’t see myself being on the road forever. I
can’t handle missing watching Elizabeth grow up. I will do what I have to do in
order to put bread on the table, clothes on our backs, and a roof over our
heads, but at a certain point you have to draw a line and get your priorities
straight. If my family doesn’t come first, then why am I working at all? Update
to come on that in a week or two I guess.
As
usual, I thank you all for reading. Check out Fatterhood on Facebook and I
should have time this week to get at least one more post up, so check back
soon! Prost!
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