I am not talking about cannibalism. Just when you wrap the baby in the receiving blanket she kind of reminds me of a burrito. Not some tacobell crunch wrap, double toasted, re wrapped extra value burrito. Just a normal authentic burrito.
See...
baby burrito
haha
in this next photo, she has the Dr. Evil pinky action going.
Monday we got home from NYC. Eleanor was doing pretty good in the car.
Sunday/Monday must have been a poop day for her, because she dropped a couple deuces all day. And smelly ones too. More than just nutty smell. Adult poop smell.
Eleanor likes movement. I tried holding her and using the Dutailier Glider rocker, and she fell asleep, but when i needed to put her down , she cried again.
Since, we just recently learned how to use the baby bjorn i decided to use it again. So i strapped her in, and walked around the house as normal, except with a 9 lb weight strapped to my chest. The baby bjorn is definitely a good invention. I was able to take a load from the front loading washing machine, put into dryer, and reload the washer for the 3rd load of the day, all with eleanor not making a peep. Or slipping out the front as i bent over.
Even at 9 lbs, the baby bjorn accomodates an infant baby. see image...
Eleanor did well, but we needed to give her a bath since she pooped so much. baby wipes got a lot of the grime, but sometimes you miss stuff in the folds of the baby phat. After the bath she started to calm down.
And as Pedro martinez was getting rocked by the Phillies, she fell asleep. And i had a sense of peace that all is right in the world again. Bobby Abreu doing his thing in NYC with the yankees and players who actually have heart and passion were taking Pedro behind the wood shed for a good old fashioned whoppin'. We may lose the rest of the 3 games in the series, but we popped em pretty good in the mouth last night. There was even this balk play on pedro. The philly fans are really astute fans. They tipped off the umpire, and a run came home for free. It's kind of sad to see that Pedro's fast ball was topping out at 87 MPH. The spirit is willing, but i think the flesh is weak.
She only woke up one time the whole night. Which is pretty good.
Another father at last weekends party told me "You're pretty good, you at least wake up and see whats happening, i dont even know the baby is crying or that my wife left the bed to feed the baby." This person shall remain anonymous, since he seemed a little proud of his ability to sleep thru the crying.
Now, we do not have our mother in law in the house with us, so no free meals.
But Sora woke up and made me breakfast. Spam N Eggs. Not in line with south beach, but it hit the spot. Sora's meals are not free. Do the laundry and you get spam, do the vaccuuming and you get steak. Go to walgreens and get me some kotex and you get soup.
The key to buying fem care products and not be embarrased is to get something masculine also. I have like 50 copies of Muscle & Men's Fitness Magazine in the trunk of the honda now!
There is no free lunch. Thats true. But its totally my joy to do these things for my wife. I mean she puts up with me. And i am not the easiest person to live with.
I held eleanor while she was cooking and fed her a bottle. Eleanor lets out some nice belches. I mean world class volume.
The flatulation is of the quality and timber that would make any father proud. I know what she will demonstrate for her first show and tell. "Here, pull my finger, seriously, pull it harder"
I don't know if she will get an A+ plus for that in the classroom, but an A+ in my heart for sure. (message to wife: Dont worry someone will still want to marry our daughter despite her free wheeling flatuation habits, some gassy young man of God, will be provided.)
Enough about burping and farting.
The baby is 5 weeks.
Mommy is healthy
Daddy is healthy, mentally still waiting for some test results to see about that
I have to go bowling again this week.
now that smoking is banned in bowling alleys now, we can bring eleanor with us. I hope the sweet sound of strikes will lull her to sleep. There is a prototypical sound of a perfect strike. its like the gates of heaven opening and presenting man with a gift.
"Steeee-RIKE!" I am hoping to improve from my established average of 166, to at least 180 this season. I have my good luck charm with us. Eleanor.
One day a spot on the PBA tour is my dream. and I am ok with being a one hit wonder. Win 1 tournament on ESPN or ABC wide world of sports, and like go bonkers if I win the whole thing and take home the big huge six foot sized check. (imagine trying to cash that puppy at the bank?) I think i may even cry when it happens. I'll give more than the usual tithe to my church. I promise. (actual criterion for PBA tour, you must carry 200 average for 24 months in sanctioned league play, then you can qualify for 1 play in tournamnet.) It can be done.
Dreaming of the future.
Poppa Sam
1 comment:
please don't teach her the "pull my finger" act. for a boy, it's cute. for a girl...she's a girl! be proud on the inside, but don't advertise that gift to the world.
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