Conversations With…: Huh?

February 28, 2008

I’m working a lot lately, and some nights I come home just in time for bedtime. I think my daughter feels the need to cram in a lot of conversation during the time I go in there to sing her a song. Tonight, I had the following gems:

“This snake is a water snake because it is water proof and I can take it out in the rain because it is water proof, that’s why it’s a water snake.”

“That’s why I couldn’t talk to you because I came home and I had a spell on me and I turned into a swan and died forever.”

“This is the baby bear. There’s no mommy bear that’s why it is mine and I have to take care of it.”

Oh, and next week is Dr. Seuss week at Big Girl School, so if anyone knows where we can get some Dr. Seuss clothes quick (i.e. not ordering on the internet, but perhaps at a mall store or chain), let me know!

Holy freakin’ heart attack!

February 24, 2008

So, we’re at Babies-r-Us because it is the last day our 15% off coupons are good, and we’re getting carseats for The Boy now since, well, we have the coupon. We went with Britax, the known quantity, over the Maxi-Cosi, the unknown… unless someone can convince me otherwise.

But anyway, that’s not the point. The point is, never take your wife’s Prius when you’ve got the whole family and want to purchase and take home two infant car seats.

No, wait, that’s not the point, either (though it is a good point!).

So, the kids are in their respective shopping carts and Ms. Kaz is watching me as I try to figure out how we are going to fit these car seats, the kids, and us into the Prius. I figure one will have to go in the front seat, so I take it out, turn around and…

“Where’s our daughter* ?” I asked Ms. Kaz. [*obviously, I used her real name here]

We both look around. “I don’t know!”

“Holy shit!” (in my head). We both look around. “Sweetie* ??!!?” I yell, panic setting in. [*again, see above]

After a few seconds, which felt like minutes, Ms. Kaz points across the row of the parking lot. This project at work is killing me, but I can honestly say I’ve never felt more panicked in my life than I did right before we found her.

She was just sitting there, in the cart, eating her lollipop, thinking nothing of just rolling 15+ feet in the parking lot. I turn the wheels when I stop those things, too, just so this doesn’t happen. Maybe I bumped the cart or something.

Anyhow, thank god she’s safe. We’re reinforced with her that she really should say something next time she starts rolling away.

Oh, and it isn’t fun riding between two car seats in the back seat of a Prius.

How About The Father Life

February 23, 2008

Sorry, lately my days consist of working at work, think about work while driving home, getting kids to bed, working at home, sleeping, waking up in the middle of the night and thinking about work, getting up, getting ready for work, then thinking about work on the way into work.

But, I did notice that one of my favorite dadbloggers, How About Two, is featured over at the on-line Dad-mag, The Father Life.

Go check it out here.


February 16, 2008

So, our daughter came home from Big Girl School with valentines and a whole bunch of candy, pencils, etc from the kids in her school. We sent her with those little valentine’s cards, hand decorated by her, like the kind I remember taking to school as a kid.

Which leaves me with two questions:

1. When did kids start sending gifts along with the cards?

2. Why didn’t you all tell me this was the norm before valentine’s day??

A Nice Pear

February 14, 2008

For my birthday, I got a box of pears and apples from Harry & David from my in-laws. Of course, as I always do when we get pears, I have to make the comment that there’s nothing I like better than a nice pear. And, as she always does, Ms. Kaz rolled her eyes.

Last week, at 4 1/2 months, we started The Boy on solids. Rice cereal. Yummy.

Needless to say, he didn’t really take to it. He didn’t soundly reject it, either. But he wasn’t encouraged to learn how to eat either. Oh, he eats now, but it is mostly just sucking. He still doesn’t quite grasp chewing and swallowing.

We figured this week, with mushed up pears, he’d try a little harder. Pears are sweet. Kids like sweet stuff (like the valentine’s sugar cookie from Mrs. Field’s my daughter devoured last night). This morning, with his first spoonfuls of pear, he seemed somewhat interested. But he still didn’t get the chew and swallow method of eating.

Then he got his thumb in his mouth. I think he was surprised his thumb suddenly tasted to good! So sweet! He totally went to town on his thumb. So, the rest of breakfast went that way. Sneak in a spoonful, thumb goes in mouth, pear gets sucked down.

Oh, well. He’s not even 5 months yet. He’ll get it eventually.

While we’re on the topic of eating.. a few weeks ago, my daughter ate a few pieces of asparagus from my leftovers, and it left her asking for more. A few days later, she mentioned that she liked “the pointy end” of asparagus. So, I suggested to Ms. Kaz we get some asparagus. She bought some, and last night we had a risotto with beans and asparagus sauteed with garlic.

Our daughter ate an ungodly amount of asparagus. Which is good! But a little scary how much she ate.

Daddy’s Little Girl

February 11, 2008

It has been happening slowly.

It’s almost been difficult to notice it.

Not that I’d be able to stop it. Or even slow it down.

I’m talking, of course, about my little girl being My Little Girl.

It always used to be daddy-this and daddy-that and, “No, I want daddy!” Of course, this sometimes has its drawbacks, especially at 2am. But, deep down, it still felt good. We’d go do things together. Even just running to the store, or needing help on the potty (her, not me!).

Ms. Kaz always felt a little bad that our daughter always wanted daddy. I reassured her it was just a phase, and that our daughter loved her just as much. Of course, I always hoped it would last forever.

But after the boy was born, Ms. Kaz wanted to make sure our daughter didn’t feel less loved. Special Girl Time was instituted, and the boy and I would stay home. I’d watch him eat, change his diaper, look at him drool (aren’t babies fun!??).

Now, I hear a lot of, “No! I want mommy!” and “I want Special Girl Time!” or “Daddy, you take the boy!” (yes, sometimes she calls him “the boy”).

Oh, I still get hugs and kisses after work. It isn’t always the running, leaping hug I used to get, but I still feel the love there. I still get to play the role of the Disney Prince du jour. But, more often than not, I play the part of the manny. And have to leave the room with the baby.

Ms. Kaz reassures me that it is just a phase, and that our daughter still loves me. I think deep down, she’s really hoping it isn’t just a phase.

Little Life Observations

February 4, 2008

Still busy – between working, being a dad, and feeling guilty about doing more of the former than the latter. There’s been a few things I’ve been meaning to touch on lately, though…

  • I just put together the fact that, in The Little Mermaid (Disney’s), Ariel states that she is 16, and later in the movie, which is presumably just a couple weeks later, she gets married.
  • My daughter watched The Little Mermaid II the other day, and, despite Prince Eric and Ariel being 12 years older, they don’t look a day older than the first movie. (16 + 12 = only 28, but still…)
  • We have gotten yet another lunch box for my daughter. This one combines the best of the first three, but we’re just trying out for the first time tomorrow, so I’ll have to hold off on a review. I think we have a winner with this one, though.
  • When I lived in the Buffalo area, I used to listen to CFNY 102.1 out of Toronto all the time. One show I found fascinating was Alan Cross’ Ongoing History of New Music. It was well researched and well done, and the topics were usually very interesting. Now that I am working crazy amounts of time, I’ve been listening to the archives while working, and really getting into it. If you like music, you should check it out.
  • We’ve got an invitation to a wedding in the US Virgin Islands in April. We’re deciding (a) if I’ll be able to get away from work to go, (b) we are not insane for considering doing this trip with an almost 4 year old and a 6 month old.
  • My daughter finally got to go to the playroom at IKEA. I didn’t realize the held you to a time limit, but we didn’t need that much time anyway. She seemed to have fun. The idea of The Ball Pit scares me, but she didn’t look too covered with little kid germs.
  • Oh, yeah, and I’ve got a birthday coming up…