It is now a little more than a week since the birth of my daughter. I have sent out 2.35 million notices to the parents of little boys notifying them that if they want to date my daughter they better start preparing to meet my 1,235 guidelines. My workouts have intensified, I have to really stay sharp if I am going to be an intimidating 50 year-old man.
In the meantime my 3.5 year-old finds that life as he knows it will never be the same. Overall he has taken this all in stride, but he still manages to find ways to let me know that he is not happy. There was the screaming fit in which he begged his grandparents to take him own. There was the urinating on the couch because he suddenly forgot his potty-training and the general defiant attitude that my friends and family say is a perfect imitation of your’s truly.
Slowly but surely we have taken the chaos surrounding the birth and have been shaping it into something manageable, a routine is forming. I can see daylight again, but it will take time to reach it.
I also learned that checking a girl’s diaper to see if it is wet is a little different than a boys. The location of the “wetness” is a little lower. This may sound like basic stuff, but I never changed a girl’s diaper prior to doing so for my daughter. Live and learn.
Anyway, I am not sure which little boy in this house has more going on. But if I could trade places with my little one, I might consider it. It might be nice to go back to playing all day. It is Summer after all, the perfect time to spend in joyful expressions of youth.