Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Weds with Daddy

Mamma is away interning today. It's a sweet deal, she get to go into the office 1 day a week, and then the other day she gets to work from home. While she's away, for the next 5 weds, I've decided to hang out with you you, who knows who's going to watch in a month or so, but for now, you're all mine.

Morning went well, mamma fed you and you were out. Which led me to hold you while mamma rediscovered morning routines that involve leaving the house before noon. While you were fast asleep, I got to catch up on some headlines on ESPN.

After your little nap, you tried out a silicone nippled bottle for the first time, what do you think? My guess that it was weird, but it ain't like daddy's got anything better to offer you, so you ate and that was that. I imagine that you missed your mamma's presence because you were just cryin' and crying for no reason. I could have done Cirque du Soleil tricks you still would have thought I was lame. Finally I thought about going back to basics, and tied you to my back. It kept you happy for 20 mins or so, and then that got kind of got boring, and you let me know. At least while you were on my back, I got a start on washing your diapers, cuz ya know what, you only had 2 clean diapers this AM, :(

Somehow, you did manage to nap a bit, and I got to catch up on some news and what not. Somehow I had all these ideas of getting things done, scanning old photos, scrubbing the floors,, little did I know. After another bottle feeding, I got you all dressed up for a walk down the street. Daddy needed to go out, and so as a responsible adult, you came along via stroller. It was raining, but it wasn't too cold.

Not sure if you know this baby, but we live close to some pretty rough looking places. We walked by an old gas station, a bar, oil changing place, several car repair garages, including a cab repair garage, needless to say, daddy pushing the snap n go, was probably quite the sight today. We didn't see no other babies today, or parents out with their kids. Nor did we go to baby friendly places like Babies R Us, or the library. We walked straight to Advance Auto Parts. Daddy had to go buy oil and oil filter so he can change the oil this week. If you were only awake, you would have seen a young Ludacris look alike giving daddy the eye as we backed into the store, stroller and all. I'm sure he wasn't giving us the eye due to the single digit sized rims on the stroller, but more so that he ain't never seen an asian brotha pushing his baby girl into Advance Auto. We got our stuff and we were on our way. Next stop the bank.

We pull up to the ATM, and woman at the ATM was all about verbalizing and commenting on her own life. It's one thing baby when you or I comment on what others are doing, but this woman was all about, "nuh uh, they must be crazy that I'm going to take out that much money. . . . . forget this, they must be crazy." Daddy deposited a check and we took the long way back home. It was still raining a bit, and we got a nice walk in. You continued to sleep despite all the cracks and uneveness on these city sidewalks, but you just kept on sleeping.

Coming back home was good, you continued to sleep a bit, and then you got to eat again. After eating from the bottle once again, there was no stopping the wailing. Reggae wouldn't even console you, bouncing on the yoga ball was of no use, all sorts of different hold and positions were useless too. I think you were just crying out for mamma, who was beyond crying distance for the first time in your life. Needless to say daddy had a rough time trying to find ways to console you. Finally you just fell asleep in my arms. Due to the lack of napping this afternoon, you just slept and slept. Which allowed for daddy to finally take a nap too.

Then mamma came home and took over parental duties, including expelling warm milk straight from the boob. Of course you were all calm and well behaved for her. You even made funny faces and smiled with mamma tonight. Maybe next week, we'll get to smile together :)

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