Incoming!

I know I've missed a few weeks... I promise toget back on track though, I was gone for work for a week and the previos one was spent in a haze of gov't red tape. Anyway, I'm back from my trip.......I missed my little guy, and his mom, and I feel extra bad because they're both sick. Yeesh, this world just falls apart without me. Anyway, more this week!

Odds and Ends

Aidan' first full week of daycare is over! And he did pretty well, all things considered-- Monday he was super upset, but they say that's normal coming off the weekend. Wednesday he showered the daycare workers with love and poo... final score: Aidan 1, previously-white-onesy 0. However, he caught a cold somewhere along the way, and now he's snuffling and pitiful. Which is tragic because it makes me break a promise I made to myself a long, long time ago.

You see, I hate those snot-sucker things parents have to use on infants. HATE them. As in, my first memory of this world and all it's splendor is of my mother sitting me on a counter and cramming one up my nose. But....well, he just sounds so sad, snuffling and sneezing. And the last few nights when he sleeps, it sounds pretty snotty and hard to breahte. So, grudgingly, I have taken up the tradition of nose goblin sucking. Sigh.

Moving on, we had an interesting time last night-- Mom fed him as usual around 10:30, but I guess when she put him back in his crib she laid him facing the other way. So a few hours, she kicked me out of bed to go check him because he was wheezing. Well, I walked in the room and saw in the dim light a thrashing blanket where his head was supposed to be, and almost had a heart attack. I threw it off to make sure he was breathing, and....no head. I couldn't see well enough to notice his feet, and I was really tired. This being the case, I had two simultaneous thoughts: 1.) How did he manage to get his head INSIDE his pajamas?!?!? 2.) Is is possible to accidentally decapitate yourself with a binky?!?!? So I did the only thing a highly irrational, sleep-deprived, adrenaline fueled father could: prepared to give infant CRP to him. I realized he was turned around only because he kicked me in the face as I was going for the mouth-to-mouth part.

One last thing-- food. Aidan has now had 2 kinds of "solid" food: applesauce and sweet potatoes. And he loves both of them. It's hilarious to watch him eat, because once he starts (for me, anway-- he seems to be calmer for Mom) he FREAKS OUT if you don't shove more food in his little toothless cavern every 2 seconds. He's learning now that one cannot eat mush if one already has something else occupying one's mouth, such as one's hands or one's plastic toys. Of course, once he's a little older I'll show him a few ways around that particular limitation, but for now it's better this way. Because once something gets into his mouth at feeding time it soon develops a hard oatmeal-and-spit layer on the outside of it, and it's a pain to clean.

Gotta go-- my little guy is going to bed, so I've going to take the chance to eat a rare hot meal before 7!

Someone Else Touched My Kid!

Monday was Aidan's first day of daycare. Well, half day. Mom was home, but we wanted to get him acclimated to the storm of neglect we were about to heap on him slowly. So he went for a few hours, and apparently was none too thrilled. I know this because our daycare gives us a little sheet each day to tell us some crucial information about our little angel. Pay attention, this may be on the test. Key metrics include: time arrived, time of feedings, amount of feedings, time and length of naps, number of wet diapers, number of poopy diapers (or "BM" as the terribly PC card calls it...what's wrong with poopy? Bah, they're probably commies. Anyway, I wouldn't call his poops "movements as of late-- they're more like entire friggin' symphonies), number of dry diapers, average overall mood, phase of the moon, etc. Kinda cool, actually. If nothing else, I can wave them around in front of his future girlfriends and joyfully exclaim, "Oh, will you just LOOK at how good of a pooper your boyfriend is!"

Tuesday was another milestone-- the first FULL day. Aidan's pretty easygoing, and this was evident when I picked him up that night. The staff said he was very good all day (damn right, that's what I pay them to tell me) and seemed pleasant. He was THRILLED to see me. It took him a minute to realize who I was, but once he did he just giggled and giggled and giggled. It was in all honesty one of the best moments I have had as a parent thus far. When I picked him up, he buried his head in my chest and squealed, and hugged me. This continued for almost a whole hour too, so he was happy when Mom got home. It's kind of indescribable... it would be akin to me getting a phonecall from Dane Cook to tell me I had just won $100 million tax-free dollars and that Alyson Hannigan was going to personally deliver the check naked on a tricycle behind which monkeys on rollerskates were being towed, waving sparklers and throwing candy to my whole block. And behind THEM would be ninjas (on fire) doing all kinds of sweet backflips and stuff to the sounds of Sweet Home Alabama while the Blue Angels flew over my house and dropped a thousand cans of Guiness with individual parachutes.

What, like that wouldn't make you happy? And he was like that a WHOLE HOUR. The next day was a repeat of the same, and I couldn't be more relieved. I mean, anyone who knows me knows I'm not the most trusting guy when it comes to my stuff, and Aidan is pretty much at the top of the line when it comes to "my stuff". So I'm relieved that he seems to be adapting fine to his new place, and playing well with the other babies. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get the phone. After all, I wouldn't want to miss Dane's call.