Archive | July, 2013


27 Jul

BB (sitting with his dish of chocolate sprinkles): Papa, you didn’t get ice cream? Would you like some chocolate?

(later, when I put him in his crib)
Me: BB, when I go to sleep tonight, I’m going to dream about big boats.

BB: I’m going to dream about big boats too!

Honestly, it may be possible for our little one to be cuter, but I just can’t see how that might happen. These are the days, the moments, that make so much of the work feel like nothing at all.


How long do the pro-papa salad days last?

25 Jul

At the moment, baby is just so pro-me that it’s both great but also a little embarrassing. Well, not embarrassing per se, but more that mama does so much of the work, and I’m getting so much of the credit. There is an element of my being the ‘fun’ parent, which comes with my wife taking the toddler to the store, while I take him to get muffins and pancakes. But that actually is offset by times that she takes him for smoothies, or to so many of his activities.

I am loving it, though I don’t think it will last. I keep waiting for the ‘don’t want papa to do it’ swing to happen, but so far it’s all sunshine and lollipops.

Oh, and this morning he was playing with his cars, laying on his front while propped up on his arms. And he turned to me and said, “I’m pooping.” And you know what? He was.

Traveling with the little one

21 Jul

I’m at the end of a 4-day jaunt with the little one, my first trip with just baby. There have been weeks when I’ve been out of town, leaving my wife with the kid; and there have been trips that baby mama has taken with the kid while I’ve stayed home. But between nursing, which went through part of year 2, and our schedules, I’ve not had the opportunity.

The circumstances of our trip, I’ll leave for some other analysis. But we’ve been in Hilton Head since Thursday, leaving on Monday. Since we have been here, we have: gone in the pool every day; gone to a children’s museum; gone to three dinners at restaurants; gone to the beach; rode a pedal bike (with training wheels); gone bike riding, with me in front and baby in a seat attached to the rear; gone to a big playground; gone to a harbor to see big boats; thrown all manner of things into all manner of bodies of water; seen cranes, egrets, alligators, rabbits, chameleons, crabs, and lots and lots of Spanish moss. It has been a busy few days.

And on the potty front, baby has had one minor incident in the house, a minor incident on the plane, and the rest success. There’s another airplane trip tomorrow, so we will see how that goes. I put him in a diaper for the flight, but then had to take it off in the plane to go pee – it’s a ‘just in case’ (read: poop) diaper.

It has been a pleasure for the vast majority of the trip. No meltdowns at all, sleeping until 6:30 or even 6:45, napped 3 of 4 days, bedtime has been late but never later than 8:30 or so. A doll. The cycles are getting shorter though, and today he was missing his mommy. I get the feeling that another day or two and the meltdowns would start coming, along with other forms of resistance. But this has been a really great trip on many fronts. I mean, there was that incident when we went to a ‘cook at your table’ Japanese restaurant, and the dude’s onion volcano exploded sideways with fire that burned a kid’s arm a bit. That was the most actual (as opposed to potential) danger I’ve felt since maybe the baby was even born. Seriously, I’m still edgy thinking about it, even though it turned out to be completely fine (even for the unfortunate kid).

I feel pretty close to the toddler now, even though I was somehow expecting some bonding or other that I don’t really think happened. But there is a form of trust that comes with having sole care of the little one, and I appreciate that. For example, I really wanted to put him under water in the pool (in the way that they taught us at swim lessons, not to just dunk him for the hell of it), but I ended up never really trying it because I think it would have made him believe that I would let him come to harm. Which is completely fine.

This all said, I’m looking forward to a little help and sharing the load a bit when I get home. Not just because it’s ‘work’ (though it is), but also because we’re both missing home a little bit. Of course, since I’m writing this all the day before I’m traveling again with him, tomorrow will naturally be a disaster, but so be it.

Boot camp, day 2

6 Jul

First, I love how boot camp makes me feel like we are training for navy seals around here, instead of spending the days staring at a two year old’s penis and tush for 10 hours.

The good of it is that it’s pretty established for B to use the little potty for peeing. And dang, he pees like 14 times a day. And so far no accidents, though I still think it is a matter of time before he poops on the floor. But not yet!

Although…he has not yet pooped in the potty. We are using diapers for naps and sleeps, and he’s woken from both with poop. So we haven’t done any #2 training yet. I know, the suspense, right? I will obviously keep you apprised.

I’ve said this before, but having an easy kid really makes you feel righteous as a parent. Everything you do works.


Potty potty

5 Jul

So far so good. We are pants free and carefree. Peeing in the little potty. No poop yet. I feel like I should be live-blogging this..

Boot camping it

3 Jul

So we are moving out of state in a couple of months, starting a new job, traveling here and there this summer. What would make this all just a little more interesting and fun? Why boot camp potty training, natch.

B is pretty ready for potty training ready, he pees into the potty (standing up) and I’ve heard from his daycare that he occasionally poops in the potty as well – though I’ve never seen that myself.

The premise is that we go cold turkey from diapers to nothing. No pull-ups, just diapers when he sleeps. Otherwise, it’s supposed to be months of no pants at home. The initial boot into this camp is a three day extravaganza of naked-below-the-waist. Which we are starting this weekend.

So there will be poop and urine in our house now, and presumably by Monday we will have a 75% potty-trained kid.

Part of me wants to do this Big Brother style and put cameras all over the house.

So, we will see. I think there’s a decent chance this could work, but also a decent chance he will poop on our sofa.