Thursday, September 25, 2008

Great News!

O.k. I can't contain my excitement any longer. I promised I'd wait to say anything. But It's the only thing on my mind the last couple of weeks. So I'm finding it hard to carry on blogging without mentioning what is happening in my day to day. I'm very happy to announce that Ang and I are pregnant again. It's very early in the pregnancy and I don't want to jinx it but I just need the world to know.
I came home from work a week ago Friday. Proceeded with my daily ritual of handing Ang the mail over the baby gate, removing my boots, putting away my lunch pail and feeding the cats. So when I finally got to the kitchen and was about to give Ang a kiss, I noticed a home made card on the table. It's front read "To Daddy". I opened it up and it was a card from Malaia telling me how much she loved playing with me, hugging me and the way I take care of her. AND then it said and now there will be two of us to do these things with. Cue-HUGE SMILE
We had an inkling that we might be pregnant. So when I read the card I was completely shocked. But I was very, very happy. I still can't stop smiling.
Ang decided earlier on in the day that she was going to take a home pregnancy test. Her intentions were to pee on the stick, set it aside. Have a shower and then look at the results. Apparently it read positive before she even set it down.Of course I was all like, "why didn't you wait for me?" Then I proceeded to the upstairs bathroom and looked in the garbage. Sure enough there was a test in there that read undeniably, irrefutably positive. Instant believer.
Our first actual doctors appointment for this pregnancy is today. There is no question we are pregnant though. Ang is already feeling like she needs to eat constantly all day. Simply to feel better. Having gone through this very recently we are very familiar with the signs and symptoms, they are still fresh in our minds.
FumblingthroughFatherhood at is expanding and now with some good fortune, In the not too distant future I will have twice as much to write about. In the meantime, Malaia is now less then 2 weeks away from turning one. Which means that I will be father to 2 children under the age of 2. So if you'll excuse me I need to go to bed and rest because I'm being told by everyone that I won't get any sleep for about the next 4 years...

Friday, September 19, 2008

Our first cold, kind of!

I started feeling a little ill on Thursday afternoon. By Friday morning, I knew I had caught something from the flu family. I went off to work feeling o.k., thanks to 2 cups of coffee and some ibuprofen. My job is very physically demanding, and by the end of the day I was absolutely spent. I felt horrible, and after the 1 hour drive home I was ready to just lay down.
From our front door you can look directly down the hall and into the kitchen. Between the end of the hall and the kitchen there is a baby gate. I walked in the front door, and stood there holding my lunch pail and looked right at Ang who was standing in the kitchen, and Malaia who was at the baby gate. I proclaimed "I don't feel well" and was immediately banished to the basement.
This is the first time that I have been really sick since Malaia was born. She's never been sick at all. So I was sad that I couldn't give her a big hug and a tickle like I do everyday when I get home. I did not want her feeling the way I did, so I complied. To the basement I went.
It wasn't completely bad. I was given a walkie talkie with which to communicate with the family and when it was time to eat there would come a knock at the door. I would have to wait 30 seconds and then retrieve my food. Then a quick page on the walkie talkie, and the dishes would magically disappear, from where they came a few moments earlier..
O.k. maybe I embellished a little.. I did sleep in the basement for a couple of nights. I did not want either Ang or Malaia to catch what I had caught. And the basement is fully furnished with satellite TV and bathroom complete with bathtub.. So the hardest part was keeping away from my girls as much as possible.
Malaia ended up with a runny nose for about one whole day and a tiny little cough. I wish I had that kind of an immune system. I was and am still battling a fever, and a deep hacking, mucous producing cough. If my math adds up. I've also gone through about 4 1/2 boxes of Kleenex's as well.
I hated to stay away but it was for the best. Malaia came away having fought and won her first battle with a flu bug. Ang showed symptoms for about 3 hours as well.. And I ended up with two reasonably good nights sleep, and no poopy diapers to deal with for 3 whole days.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Going on 1!

Time is flying by so fast. My little girl is going to be turning one next month. What does one get a baby girl on her first birthday? She has her favourite toys. I'm certain that any learning and developmental toys at this point would be helpful.
On one hand I'd like to go out and buy her the world for her first birthday. But will she remember... not likely. Do you just let grandmothers and grandfathers spoil her? Do I just get her a giant box as I had said in earlier post? Maybe cut some windows in it. Perhaps a skylight.
She's already learning to problem solve. We have the safety latches on our cupboard doors, in the kitchen but not in the bathroom yet. What we do though, is put one of Ang's hair elastics over the knobs on the double doors under the sink. She's already figured out that if she can get the door open as far it will go(about 2-3 inches) she can hold it with one hand, and use her other hand to slide it into the cupboard to grab whatever she can reach. It's usually mommy's hairbrush or a package of band aids. Note to self install latches immediately.
Maybe I should build her a mini stage for her birthday. I'm pretty sure she's going to be a performer when she grows up. This cute little dancing phase that she's going through right now seems to just keep blossoming into new moves each and everyday. I'm sure most baby's do this? But Malaia dances if you tap your feet on the floor in any kind of pattern or rhythm. And for whatever reason, she really likes the theme song to Hannah Montana. SO the best part of my day right now is turning the TV to that show as it begins. Malaia stops whatever she's doing and gets the biggest smile on her face, followed by a short dance and clap routine. It really cracks me up.
I've got it. I think what she needs is her own little football jersey. She sure seems to like mine when I put it on to watch some Sunday afternoon football..
At least I have some time still.. Although I'm pretty sure she wants a jersey. We'll see what mom thinks and then we'll go get her that I'm sure.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Daddy Day Spa!

I'd like to know if it's just Malaia, or perhaps other children do this too. For no apparent reason, when Malaia was a little younger I think around the 3 month mark. I would get her to calm by down by rubbing her feet. It didn't seem to matter how worked up she was. Whether it be excited, or upset. I would simply take her and lay her down in front of me and rub the bottom of her feet. She would instantly go quiet, and give me a look like "yeah, that's the spot"....
Does this work for every child? Seriously. I think if you have a young child and they are acting up you should definitely give it a try. I use a fair amount of pressure too. SO don't be afraid to rub a little harder.
My only concern is that I'm setting Malaia up for a life of pampering. I suppose if we don't tell her about pedicures, well then she might be alright. I could see me 25-30 years from now having a conversation with her significant other about how often she goes to the spa, and how much it is costing them.
In the meantime I still do it today. Even at 11 months, she'll lay completely still and not say a word. Until the massage is over. Then it's a more laid back, subdued child not screaming, kicking, grabbing or tormenting the cats..
I find it works on Ang too. Whenever she is having one of those days. A quick foot rub and she forgets all about her troubles and our home retains it's somewhat perfect balance.
Now if I could only get someone to grab a hold of my hoofs..Life would be perfect.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Don't feed her that!

Knock Knock
Who's there?
Corn in mup.
Corn in mup who!
Alright I just have to say it. Malaia loves to eat. One of her favourite things to eat is corn. What I can't seem to figure out is why would a parent even feed a child corn. I know there is supposed to be some sort of nutritional value to corn. But my thought is if the corn doesn't digest in any way shape or form, why would you feed your child something that comes out exactly as it goes in.
In fact I think maybe next time I decide to cook corn, I'll just take it from the pot and put it directly into the diaper. Skip a step if you will.
Sure she gets joy out of eating all those tiny little yellow kernels. The fella who's changing those diapers though is not a big fan of turd kernels. It looks kind of like regular corn but with a beer battered coating. Yup I'm afraid it brings me no joy.
So here it is, an official corn boycott in this household. I choose to change diapers with a little less sustenance. A lot less grits. And ones that don't look and feel like a bag of microwave popcorn

Friday, September 5, 2008

Please don't make me 'parent'

Let the real parenting begin. Up until now it's been just a fun ride. Watching Malaia develop. Being excited that she said her first words, took her first steps. Danced her first dance. It's all been fun until now.
I decided that she really needs to learn the word no, and what it means. So far her understanding is that it means giggle and carry on wreaking havoc. And for the most part it ends up in a laugh for everyone. But we have floor standing speakers that go with our home theater system. They are about 3 1/2 feet tall, really thin and although they have wide bases they are not very stable. The speakers are placed all around our living room, and although we've done our best to conceal the wires. Malaia continuously tries to pull the wires out of the back of the speakers. Not only are the wires dangerous for her, but I'm afraid of one the speakers actually falling on her.
Now I have a voice, that when needed can be low, deep and as loud as necessary. This voice rarely gets used. I knew however, that it was getting close to when I was going to have to stop Malaia from doing something and the only way to make her understand would be to puts some umph into it.
After about the 300th time of me saying " Malaia, NO" she turned her back on me and grabbed a hold of the wires one more time. Well mister loud voice paid his first visit to Malaia. I simply said "HEY". She jumped about 4 inches off of the ground turned around, looked right at me, and started crying. I honestly have never felt so bad. I just wanted to pick her up and give her a hug.
Ang was standing beside me when I did it. I apologized. Said I was hoping not to use that voice, but felt it was time. She said don't apologize she needs to learn. And look she's not grabbing the wires anymore. And then she picked her up and gave her a hug.
Whether or not this was the right way to go about doing things. It worked. And if I even change the tone in my voice now. Malaia simply walks away from whatever it is that's she's doing. Lesson learned! At least until next time..

Monday, September 1, 2008

Morning after thoughts!

Well, I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday. So I thought to myself, what better time to write a blog than while medicated and in some discomfort.
I got to thinking about how I entered the world of fatherhood and really how simple it was.
It started with a pretty basic recipe:
First you pre-heat the oven. Then take 2 cups of ass, a handful of nuts, 2 pinches of nipple, one rooster (a.k.a - cock), and one egg. Put these ingredients together in a mixing receptacle and shake vigorously. Top off with a tablespoon of cream.
Let combination set for 2-3 days, and then leave in oven for a solid 8-10 months. If you've done everthing correctly the final product should slide right out when it is finally done.
Although if the combination gets to big while baking, the top of the oven may have to be opened up to remove the product. Likewise if the product somehow shifts in the oven it may need to be gently turned with a pair of tongs.
The final result: a life altering, sleep-depriving, absolute miracle of life. A child who can be molded into the type of person you would like them to become.
I've spent my entire life learning, taking in and retaining useful and some useless information. And now it's my turn to take what I have learned and teach it to Malaia.
I just need a couple of days of keeping her away from my face. No accidental punches, slaps, remotes to the mouth for me. Nope a little rest and maybe a good book or two. Or a current movie release. Mixed in with some soft, liquid food, and some pain relief.