Time has gone by very fast. My wife has 1 week left and although she’s ready to go, Lola is not. She’s positioned in the right place but she’s chilling for the moment. I see this as a good sign that my little girl will listen to me later on in life since I have been telling her to wait until the 29th so that my family medical leave will kick in. I’m sure this is not the case but it’s nice to think that she’s listening to her daddy already. I have two more shifts and then I’m off for two weeks. It’s going to be nice to have some time with my family so that we can bond with our little girl. We now have everything for Lola and we’re ready to go. We recently went to EcoBuns to get the last part of our cloth diapers and as usual the experience was great. We have some excellent looking covers for the diapers and she’s going to be styling in all her clothing.
Yes…I know. I’m getting excited over the color combinations and designs of my daughters wardrobe and such but that’s what having a little girl is all about right? I wasn’t sure I was going to be all into shopping for our little girl but I’m probably going to be as bad as my wife with the shopping. Oh well, I’m going to have lots of fun with it and I can’t wait. I’m going to be learning a lot of new things including combing and putting my daughters hair in pigtails and ponytails and everything else. I’m thinking I’m going to suck at it the first few times. Hopefully I don’t pull her hair out in the process. I know this is all far from now when her hair is long enough but I’m always looking ahead. A new adventure awaits my family and I and Lola is coming fast. Soon enough you will get to see pictures of our little girl and believe me, I’m not going to hold back from showing her off. Just one more week baby girl. Until that day…
(The video below is from our recent purchase at Ecobuns. We have a lot of stuff but this is from our favorite store.)
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As my boy gets older he seems to have a lot more questions for his mom and I. He understands almost all of our answers and explanations and is too smart for his own good. His sense of humor mirrors mine and he cracks me up with some of the stuff he says. His curiosity runs wild and his questions throw me off every now and then. He’s seven and speaks and thinks older than he is. It’s funny how kids grow so fast and how their thought process works, especially if they are under the impression of something and find out that they were wrong and the truth can be shocking yet hilarious.
A week or so ago I was doing some homework and my wife turns her laptop around to show me her pregnancy progress chart from a web site that she visits. It shows how many weeks she has left and images of what the baby looks like inside her. She checks it every Thursday and today she officially has 9 weeks left. So while she was showing me the image of the baby inside her our son leaves the dinner table and takes a glance at the picture.
“Is that the you mom?”
“Well, it’s not actually me but that is what the baby looks like inside me.”
“So…that’s supposed to be your stomach right?”
I could tell he was slightly confused yet very curious. You could actually see the wheels turning until the next question popped into his head.
“So where does the baby come out of?”
I froze. My eyes popped out and my wife looked over at me with a large question mark over her head. I shrugged my shoulders and told her to go ahead.
“Well, babies sometimes come from their moms stomach but girls actually have a special area where they come out of.”
He was confused and it was written all over his face. I figured he would simply walk away but he didn’t.
“Ok…so…where do they come out then?”
My wife took a deep breath and said, “From their private area”.
My boys reaction was priceless. His confusion turned to shock and he blurted out,
“WHAT!? THEY COME OUT OF THE WIENER?”
My wife and I busted out laughing and I was crying from his response. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard. All I could picture was a split hotdog after having it in the microwave for a long time. I looked up to see an angry yet confused look on my sons face.
“I don’t know what’s funny or why you’re laughing,” my son replied.
We tried to stop laughing the best we could and my wife told him that girls have different body parts. He almost seemed relieved and then,
“So what is it called?”
I jumped at the chance to speak and responded with, “Um…you’ll find out when you’re older buddy. Also, you probably shouldn’t talk about this with your friends or other adults. Some people might frown upon it.”
He was visibly annoyed with my response and walked off.
“So I guess you’re not going to tell me right? I have to wait until later? Ok…” He walked back to the dinner table and started eating again.
“You know, this is some good pizza.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his entire reaction and response. He mentioned his pizza like it was more important than what we were talking about and that it didn’t matter if he knew what it was called or not. Kids are so funny and their thought process is amazing! So how do you handle it? Have any of you experienced something similar to this? Leaves comments and stories if you can because stuff like this is funny and we as parents all learn from experience. I feel we handled it pretty well but as he gets older the questions and understanding will be more complex. Lord help us!Post Views: 424
Oh the 3 P’s of Parenting. The 3 P’s are something that parents and well, I guess anyone who is around kids has to deal with. If you don’t know what the 3 P’s are, they stand for, Pee, Poop, and Puke. Yes, you did read that right. Everyone has dealt with this one time or another and some more than others. My wife and I have been dealing with this a lot lately. Our daughter will be 2 months old in a few days and this is all she does right now besides looking cute. It’s really no big deal but our kids are 7 years apart. It’s almost like being 1st time parents because there is such a big gap between them.
About a week ago or so my wife had gone to a check up. I had to work so she went by herself with Lola. My wife and I had not had the chance to wash Lola’s cloth diapers so she took a few disposables with her. I had forgotten that she had the appointment so while at work I sent her a message asking how things were going. I messaged her a few different times with no response. Finally I received a message back from my wife saying that Lola was being fussy and just had a blow out. I knew to leave well enough alone so I didn’t message back. When I got home I got the full story. Lola was being fussy enough that one of the students that was shadowing my wife’s doctor had to hold and bounce our little girl. While doing this Lola decided it was the right time to let everyone have it. While still in her gown my wife Rebecca attempted to change the mother of all blowouts. From what she said, the blowout was bad enough that it went up to Lola’s neck and everywhere else. She went searching through the diaper bag and realized that she had forgotten to pack the wipes. Luckily there were some paper towels in the room so she was able to clean up our daughter but it sounded like hell. After that incident it was the death of the disposable diaper in our home.
I felt bad for her but in all honesty I was glad it wasn’t me. She handled it nicely but if it were me I think I would have panicked. We are now sticking to cloth full time but looking to branch out in using more than just a pre-fold and cover. Now, everyone knows that with poop comes pee. It sounds gross but really, it makes for a good story because we’ve all been there. The other day my wife asked me to change Lola while she started the water for her bath. I brought Lola into our bedroom and changed her. She was all smiles and I kept telling her that her smiles would not last because she was going to take a bath. I picked her up and brought her naked little butt into the bathroom. While Rebecca was getting the bath ready I began to move Lola from side to side. I joked that she was going to get a bath and I felt something wet hit my sock. I looked down and realized that she was peeing.
“What are you doing Rich!?”
Lola had stopped for the moment so I figured I was good to go. I thought Rebecca was still waiting for the water to be the right temperture so I held onto Lola. Well, the little one wasn’t finished and started again.
“What are you waiting for?”
“I…uh…I thought she was…”
“Put her in, put her in!”
I put her in and Lola started to cry once the water splashed her. All I could do was laugh. I wasn’t expecting to be peed on but I was sure it would happen sooner or later. The final “P” is one that you’re never ready for. Puke can hit at anytime like the first two P’s but there is no cover for this one. I mean, it’s not like you can put a diaper on your kids face. Instead we have to make sure to stretch our necks a bit before carrying our kids because there is the possibility of pulling a muscle when dodging puke. Just last night I was holding Lola and she puked on me. I didn’t have to dodge it but my pants met the warm gooeyness of my daughters puke. She smiled of course and I cleaned her off but I think her smile was to let me know that I still had more coming in the future. It’s very possible that it will be worse and it reminds me of when I had to dodge Logan’s puke. I had him up above me and I was moving him back and forth and he chucked it at me. I was able to turn my head but just barely. My wife laughed as I continued to hold Logan above me and the puke ran down my neck.
I figure I’m getting payback for what I did to my parents as a baby. It’s a little embarrassing but I have no shame. From what they told me, they had gone to Meijer to get groceries and their first item involved several jars of baby food. As they continued to shop they smelled something horrific and looked down. I had a major blowout and it was all over the cart and the jars of food. My mom told me that my dad freaked out, took off his jacket, wrapped me in it and they fled the store. I can just see them running out of there and people staring at them. Can you imagine smelling that a few aisles away or being the one to clean it up? It makes me laugh and if it happened to me I’d probably do the same thing. The 3 P’s are something we deal with all the time. It’s one of the things that make parenting so much fun. Sure it can be nasty but it makes for an excellent story and the experience with my kids is worth every “P” they dish out. So now it’s your turn. Comment and share your experiences with the 3 P’s.Post Views: 438
It’s only been about 11 days since my daughter was born. Although it’s been a short time I can already see the changes in her. She seems to have grown a bit and she’s making all kinds of funny faces. She’s a complete snuggle bug and I love it! My older children were the same way but it feels special because she’s daddy’s girl. Every day has been fun and she’s starting to get used to sleeping by herself and chilling by herself while she’s awake. Her eyes have not changed completely but if they happen to stay as blue as they are now I’m in for a lot of trouble once the RiffRaff comes around. I don’t think I have too much to worry about though. She already seems to have that, “take no crap” attitude. She’s so young yet she does so much that makes me laugh. One thing I noticed, after my wife pointed it out of course, was that she has my eyebrow lift. A better example would be the eyebrow lift that The Rock is known for. I can do both, my son Logan can do it, and Lola is already busting it out. I guess I can say this is our thing since my wife is unable to do it.
When Lola cries she sounds like a baby lamb. I try not to laugh because she mostly cries when her diaper is being changed. She seems to despise it for some reason. I can only imagine that it’s because she is cold and possibly uncomfortable to begin with but since she cries out like a little lamb. I of course, have started calling her this. I’m sure I will be able to call her this for years to come until about middle school when everything her old man does embarrasses her. So much has happened and there is a lot more to come. With all this goodness comes a little bit of the messiness. How is it possible that someone so little can create such destruction? I mean, she eats a lot but wow! One night my wife had passed her to me because I wanted to cradle her and when I got her she let it go.
“Oops! Guess dads going to change that one huh?”
I think they had this planned out. I can’t prove it just yet but I’m sure they trapped me. Whatever the case though, I have been doing pretty good with the cloth diaper changes. The Snappi is no longer my enemy but sometimes I forget to tuck in the diaper in the back. Luckily I have not experienced any blowouts. I have also been amazed at how there has been no redness like they way my 7 year old used to get when he was in disposables. We cleaned him on a regular basis and he was never in a wet, soiled diaper for a long time but he managed to still get some redness. I can only assume that it had to do with whatever is used to scent the diaper but who am I to judge. All I know is that I have had a better experience with cloth diapers than anything else. All in all everything is going great! I have yet to use our sprayer but I’m sure that when the time comes, it will make for a funny story. Cheers!Post Views: 389