Shaan had his first bleeding incident the other day. It happened as follows. I was sitting on the couch. He pulled himself u, between my legs looking at me. then something distracted him. And me. He turned, got tangled and fell face first into a plastic car on the floor. Blood gushing. Baby crying. Dad panicking.
At first I thought he may have jarred a tooth loose. I tried to find a popsicle to stick in his mouth - none. So I found a teether that we keep in the freezer. Jammed it right in there. Still crying. He sucked on it for about minute and a half. Done crying. Smiling in fact. Put him down and he went back to playing. He bled a little on my favorite UC Santa Barbara sweatshirt. I vowed never to wash it again, as a reminder of the time time I failed my child and he bled for the first time. My wife went and washed it. Now all I have is the horrible image of my boy doing a face plant and then his mouth and teeth covered in blood.
Oh, it wasnt the gums ot teeth at all. He cut both his bottom and top lips. He is fine. I am fine. There will certainly be more of that. Life is no fun if you dont get the occassional bruise, bump and cut.
My wife turns 30 tomorrow. I keep joking with her that I cant believe I am dating a 30 year old. The thing is, that it really isnt old, its just fun to make fun of it. We are going to DC for the weekend. Got a swanky little hotel in the city. No baby. Joy, what joy.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
I'm Fucking Tired
I'm mentally tired. I'm physically tired. Who isn't?
Here's the part that is inconsistent. I'm happy. The boy is very happy. I'm trying to do my best to keep da baby mommy happy.
I envied the dog the other day. And not for the reason you might think. I envied him because he had his balls chopped off and couldn't have little versions of himself. His life was all about his personal needs. His balls-less needs. Eating, shitting and sleeping.
Abrupt subject shift. Book and movie reviews. My current reading materiel is Fathers and Sons, but Ivan Turgenev. Fantastic. If you are a father, or a son that is past high school, I recommend this book. I saw myself in one character, but I never realized the impact. McCarthy's The Road. Coen brothers No Country for Old Men, based on McCarthy's novel. Since finishing W&P, my reads have included amongst others Shantaram (lovely, especially if you are a Maha from Mumbai) . I missed bombay after reading this book, in more sense than one.
Wife, if you read this, you are almost 30. Old lady.
Shaan, you can not read, but today, you stood up on your own without support. You pushed off from a free object and held yourself up. I was a proud father. You looked confident and determined. Your legs were strong. You composed yourself. You balanced. You held steady for about 10 seconds. Then you fell. Tumbling to the ground in a heap of wild arm movements. Then you did the best thing. You stopped. Composed yourself. Looked left. Looked right. Got your bearings. Shook it off and stood right back up again. Then you fell again. And you stood right back up again.
I still dont have the words to describe when I am around you. I know the role and personality I play when I am away from you. When I see you, I see the fortuitous combination of your mother and I. You are a lucky man-boy-child.
Here's the part that is inconsistent. I'm happy. The boy is very happy. I'm trying to do my best to keep da baby mommy happy.
I envied the dog the other day. And not for the reason you might think. I envied him because he had his balls chopped off and couldn't have little versions of himself. His life was all about his personal needs. His balls-less needs. Eating, shitting and sleeping.
Abrupt subject shift. Book and movie reviews. My current reading materiel is Fathers and Sons, but Ivan Turgenev. Fantastic. If you are a father, or a son that is past high school, I recommend this book. I saw myself in one character, but I never realized the impact. McCarthy's The Road. Coen brothers No Country for Old Men, based on McCarthy's novel. Since finishing W&P, my reads have included amongst others Shantaram (lovely, especially if you are a Maha from Mumbai) . I missed bombay after reading this book, in more sense than one.
Wife, if you read this, you are almost 30. Old lady.
Shaan, you can not read, but today, you stood up on your own without support. You pushed off from a free object and held yourself up. I was a proud father. You looked confident and determined. Your legs were strong. You composed yourself. You balanced. You held steady for about 10 seconds. Then you fell. Tumbling to the ground in a heap of wild arm movements. Then you did the best thing. You stopped. Composed yourself. Looked left. Looked right. Got your bearings. Shook it off and stood right back up again. Then you fell again. And you stood right back up again.
I still dont have the words to describe when I am around you. I know the role and personality I play when I am away from you. When I see you, I see the fortuitous combination of your mother and I. You are a lucky man-boy-child.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
An Ode to the Boy
An Ode of the Boy. Yes this one.
Where did all the hair go?
Where did all the hair come from?
Why can't you walk by the age of one? Maybe two?
What the fuck is an ode?
Finit
Time passes so quickly. the boy turned one. Two parties - well documented. We spend all day together, its as if I am living the life someone else wanted. The wife wants my life. Hey that rhymes. I want hers. Its funny sometimes how you get what someone else wants. They crave your life, when all you want is to escape from it like a butterfly from the cocoon.
We made a trip to L.A. Home. But not so much anymore. Just because something is familiar does not make it home. I love it there, but the Burgh has become my home.
My fifth year anniversary is coming up. 5 years. Got a trip planned. St. Thomas. 4 days, 3 nights, too many cocktails, one bed and breakfast and zero kids. I love the boy but we all need a break.
The wife turns thirty (30) at the end of the month. The joke I keep using is that I can't believe I am dating a 30-year old. I met her when she was 21. She missed out on her twenties to hang out with me. Sucker.
Baby updates: He now has 8 teeth. 4 top and 4 bottom - all in the front of the mouth. He is crawling like a champ, but still can not walk. He walks holding one's hands. He's happy. Despite the asthama and the strep and the weather. He really is happy. He's tall and skinny. The exact opposite of his old man.
A few end of the blog shout outs. Are the kids still using that term in 2008. I hope so. My sister in law. She quit her job, has a baby - we hang out, eat bon bons and gossip. Fan-fucking-tastic. Jiswell, the brother in law. I hate the burgh, but sometimes, its the exact opposite. Thanks for showing off that part. Udi. All this is for you. Bean. I may have failed, but I tried and will keep on going.
Where did all the hair go?
Where did all the hair come from?
Why can't you walk by the age of one? Maybe two?
"Because I dont fucking want to!"
What the fuck is an ode?
Finit
Time passes so quickly. the boy turned one. Two parties - well documented. We spend all day together, its as if I am living the life someone else wanted. The wife wants my life. Hey that rhymes. I want hers. Its funny sometimes how you get what someone else wants. They crave your life, when all you want is to escape from it like a butterfly from the cocoon.
We made a trip to L.A. Home. But not so much anymore. Just because something is familiar does not make it home. I love it there, but the Burgh has become my home.
My fifth year anniversary is coming up. 5 years. Got a trip planned. St. Thomas. 4 days, 3 nights, too many cocktails, one bed and breakfast and zero kids. I love the boy but we all need a break.
The wife turns thirty (30) at the end of the month. The joke I keep using is that I can't believe I am dating a 30-year old. I met her when she was 21. She missed out on her twenties to hang out with me. Sucker.
Baby updates: He now has 8 teeth. 4 top and 4 bottom - all in the front of the mouth. He is crawling like a champ, but still can not walk. He walks holding one's hands. He's happy. Despite the asthama and the strep and the weather. He really is happy. He's tall and skinny. The exact opposite of his old man.
A few end of the blog shout outs. Are the kids still using that term in 2008. I hope so. My sister in law. She quit her job, has a baby - we hang out, eat bon bons and gossip. Fan-fucking-tastic. Jiswell, the brother in law. I hate the burgh, but sometimes, its the exact opposite. Thanks for showing off that part. Udi. All this is for you. Bean. I may have failed, but I tried and will keep on going.
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