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From Dad's Point of View

Managing Dadhood
 

Morning Routine

Saturday, February 28, 2009

The morning routine is one of my favorite and least favorite parts of the day.  It officially starts between 6:30 and 7 a.m. when little Ellie wakes up.  Marci has to get up at this time and get Ellie.  She usually brings E into the bed and feeds her.  I wake up shortly, usually touch Ellie or kiss her and then fall back to sleep.  Then about 20 minutes later Ellie takes over the bed.  Marci and I lie in bed trying as hard as we can to sleep a few more minutes while Ellie crawls all over us and tries to pull things off the wall.  She also does this thing where she bangs her head against the wall, on purpose, over and over.  It's weird.  Should I be worried about her?

Then, when Ellie is sick of the bed, one of us has to take her into the front room.  Sometimes we both go, sometimes I take her so Marci can sleep a little longer, and sometimes Marci takes her so I can sleep longer.  It's a great display of team work.  

In the front room, Marci and I grab our blankets and lay on the lovesac and try to rest some more while Ellie plays with her toys.  This used to work out fine before Ellie could crawl.  Now, she plays for a little and then she takes off for the kitchen or the bathroom.  So we can't rest as much as we used to.  The front room playtime lasts about 30 minutes, until about 8 a.m.

Then Ellie is a little bored since we're not actively playing with her and she lets us know.  So Marci gives her a bath.  Sometimes I take advantage of this time to fall asleep again.  Sometimes I feel bad so I'll sit in the bathroom during bath time, or eat breakfast.  By the time Ellie's bath is over, we're pretty awake now so the rest of the morning is spent trying to keep Ellie happy while we try and shower and get dressed and eat, etc.

The morning routine is awesome family time and it's hilarious because all Marci and I want to do is sleep, and all Ellie wants to do is play with us.  So the morning struggle is always fun.  But sometimes I just wish I could sleep in until 10, 9, or even 8!   Ahhhhh.  Maybe someday.

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Skills

Sunday, February 15, 2009

My parents came into town from California this last week so they could visit us all.  They mainly came to see Ellie.  It was a blast.  While here, my dad wanted to take my brother and I to see the movie Taken, so Friday afternoon we saw it.  It changed my life.  The movie was awesome.  But it made me realize something . . . I've got no skills.

If you haven't seen the movie, basically what happens is this guys daughter gets kidnapped, but this guy is kind of a Jack Bauer guy who used to work for the government.  So the whole movie is this guy killing and beating people while trying to find his daughter.

I say I have no skills because if Ellie was ever taken, I wouldn't know how to get her back without calling the police.  I wouldn't know how to track her, and even if I did, once I found
where she was I would probably just get shot by the bad guy.  Not only do I not have skills, I don't have resources.  I need friends in high government positions and in other go
vernment positions that have access to all the information I need about bad guys.  So if anyone that meets this description is looking for friend, here I am.

It's an overwhelming task to think about how far I have to go to get these skills.  I don't know where to start.  I think I'll start by lifting a few weights and trying to get buff.  At least then the bad guys will think I'm tough even if I'm not.  Other than that, maybe I'll take karate lessons or something.  Let's just hope nothing happens to Ellie.

Any ideas on how I can get some better man skills?

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Taking out the trash

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


I have a question for all the married people. When I'm home with Ellie during the day I try to clean things up around the house as much as possible, but as many might know, it's really hard to get anything done when Ellie is awake (no offense Ellie). Then when she does go down for her nap I like to get homework done so I don't have to do it at night when Marce is home. So, sometimes the house is a disaster when Marci gets home. But a lot of times I am at least able to do the dishes and clean up the front room.

Well, lately Marci's been wondering why I don't usually do certain things without being asked. Specifically, taking out the trash. Marci thinks that I should do it without being asked every time, and I'm like "dude, I don't even think about it." If she had seen my apartment before we got married she would understand that cleaning is not the number one priority on my list although I've gotten much better. Anyways, even if I did think about it it's like 10 degrees outside and snowing and I only have 1 hour of time when Ellie is asleep and I could even take out the trash and that's not what I want to do with that hour.

So my question to you is:
Am I a bad husband because I have to be asked to take out the trash?  (She doesn't think I'm a bad husband, and has never said that)

As you ponder this question, keep in mind that I do the dishes almost every night (I'm just trying to influence your answers to be more favorable towards me :) )

*side note: The worst part about taking out the trash is having to put the new bag in afterwards. Don't you hate that?

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More Poop Stories

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Ellie has another earache.  Bring on the pink stuff again.  The first time Ellie was on Amoxicillin, she couldn't control her bowels.  Every time she exerted her self to the smallest degree she would toot and out came the poop.  The second time she was on the pink stuff, no pooping.  

So this is the third time in her short life.  It started out great.  We got the stuff in the morning and Marci gave it to her right away.  I got home from school, Marci went to work, Ellie woke up and ate.

Enter one of the worst stenches ever to burn my nose hairs.  

So round number three with amoxicillin results in horrible diarrhea while with dad.  About 2 hours later, same stench, same mess.  So I'm thinking "I can't wait for Marci to get home so she can experience this disgusting side affect that Ellie is experiencing, and so I don't have to change any more of these horribly messy diapers."

Ellie hasn't pooped again since and it's been 3 days.  She's probably waiting for Mom to go to work on Monday so she can laugh at Dad as she tries to roll over while he's changing her disgusting diaper.


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One of my favorite things that Ellie does is look at me with her big eyes and adorable smile, and then reach out and touch my face ever so gently, and then eject her claws and try to shred my face off.  

Oh man, it's the best.

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Crawling

Friday, February 6, 2009

I'm excited for Ellie to grow and learn.  I definitely enjoy every moment with her, but I'm always excited for her to learn new things and progress to the next step.  Rolling over, sitting, crawling, standing, etc.  But for some reason when I say to people I'm excited for her to crawl they always say "you won't be once she starts crawling."

Well, she's been crawling now for a while, and I LOVE IT!  
The way I see it, if she's awake I'm not going to get anything done anyways, so it's more fun to chase her around the house and watch her eat or destroy everything in her path (including my face) then to just sit there for 3 1/2 hours until she goes back down for a nap.  Plus, we worked hard to be able to crawl.  I would exercise with Ellie almost everyday to help her build the strength she needed to be able to crawl.  

Now it's on to walking.  She stands fine while holding onto things, and today I let go of her and she actually balanced herself for like 4 seconds.  It was a proud moment.  


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