Back at week five I thought I was going to die from exhaustion (my wife came much closer than I did.) Now, at week seven, it doesn’t seem so bad. Wait, are you going to be positive for once? Yes. Today, I’m putting my usual curmudgeon self aside so I can share the joy that comes with being a parent. Why? Because beyond the dozen daily diaper changes, the middle-of-the-night top-of-the-lungs screaming spells, and my son’s inability to communicate in words, there are some really great moments.
In the past two weeks Jose has learned to eat from a bottle, conduct an orchestra, smile on demand (provided “demand” means I talk like a child and smile until he smiles), and sleep for more than three hours at a time (<– best learned behavior to date).
In the past two weeks he’s also been on his first walk around the neighborhood, met his paternal grandma, played with his out-of-town aunt and nieces, and enjoyed his first SyFy Saturday movie marathon (<– that’s my boy!)
And then there are the things I’ve learned from him. Like how to tell whether he’s crying because he’s hungry, needs a diaper change, or is cranky (OK, not really. I have no idea what he wants). I’ve learned that if he’s got gas I can lay him down, gently push his knees towards his chest, and he’ll TOOT! And, when he’s fussy I can strap him into his Fisher-Price Ocean Wonders Aquarium Cradle Swing and crank it up, or lay him in his Snap-n-Go stroller and turn on the overhead exhaust fan (which is currently running in the background).
Yep, these past seven weeks have been incredibly trying, exceptionally educational, and extremely enjoyable. To the next 929 weeks (i.e. when he turns 18) I say, “Bring it on!”
I can hardly wait for the weeks ahead. His first NFL game, first plate of nachos, and even his first beer. It’s sure to be exciting. Have a comment? Leave it below or send me an e-mail at TiTy@y2kemo.com.
Related posts:
