Sitting in daddy’s lap - Pic of the Day (3/2/12)
Tummy Time
So, it’s important to set aside some time each day for Liam to spend on his belly. It’s called Tummy Time, short supervised intervals of time in which Liam is placed on his tummy to exercise. Problem is, he loves the giraffe mat my mom bought for him entirely too much. When placed on the super soft giraffe (I wish they came in adult sizes), Liam instantly rubs his face around trying to get comfortable. After about thirty seconds or so he’s usually out like a light or close to it. At least we share the same passion for exercise.
And so it begins…
So, I’ve had this blog for quite some time but today is the official start of “Liam & me”. Gabby went back to work today, I am now officially a stay at home dad. The first week or so, I imagine, will be quite nerve racking as I adjust to my new position. I am extremely excited to spend my days with Liam and happy that he’ll have a parent home with him as the thought of daycare makes the wife and I very anxious.
The past six weeks were fantastic. It was great having the whole family home together all the time. Obviously and unfortunately, that couldn’t go on forever. So here I am, alone with Liam and Scarlett and it’s not so bad. It’s a bit scary when I think about being alone, it was great having a partner home with me to help distribute the craziness between us but I’ll manage. Liam is so easygoing, we’re actually quite lucky. He fusses only when he’s hungry or needs a change or wants a bit of attention so I really can’t complain.
Everyday, starting today, I’ll post a “Pic of the day”. I’ll try my best to post one picture everyday but I’ll definitely post a picture Monday-Friday, while the wife is at work (so she doesn’t miss him too much). I’ll try to also upload some videos but to be honest, a 6 week old baby isn’t all that active. Be on the look out for more posts and daily Liam updates! Thanks for stopping by.
First ultrasound. If we have a boy: Liam Michael Hanstein. If we have a girl: Bella Grace Hanstein
First post. First visit.
Welcome to my blog. This is where I will gather my thoughts/opinions on my transformation from comic book reading, video game playing goofball to a first time father. I will try to keep it clean but apparently I curse like a fucking sailor. I am also keeping this blog to keep track of my plummet into insanity as my wife’s pregnancy rolls on. Wish me luck and enjoy the madness to follow.
Anyway, today was the first REAL visit to the doctor after discovering we (she) was pregnant. We pull up, approach the building and I immediately see a sign saying no food or beverages allowed inside. Fine. Getting a little annoyed. She goes inside, checks in and I chug most of my hot coffee in the sweltering summer sun before tossing the rest in the trash.
I walk in the waiting room and am instantly relieved to see that she found a nice couch away from most of the mouth breathers in the holding pen. Or so I thought. We’re quietly waiting for her name to be called so we can get this appointment over with and the woman next to us is text messaging at the speed of light and she didn’t have the decency or common sense to disable the keyboard sound effects on her phone. Clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack is all I hear. Oh, that and the sound of these dirty, weird looking, untamed beasts raising hell as their parents happily pick their noses and read outdated magazines.
It possibly can’t get worse, right? WRONG! Right as I finished grinding down what was left of my teeth, I felt as if I have braved the storm. The worst was over. No. The worst was yet to come. The circus was about to come into town and they were going to pitch their tent right next to mine.
The mom sat down across from me with her son and daughter (two of the most obnoxious children I have ever come into contact with) and her phone instantly starts ringing. At full volume, of course. What is her ringtone? It’s a freaking wailing baby screaming and crying. A CRYING, SCREAMING BABY RING TONE!?!? I was two seconds away from grabbing her phone and shattering it when her son’s ringtone goes off. Some rap song playing at such an incredibly loud volume, it’s impossible to identify. My ears start ringing, my chest starts pounding, I’m sweating and starting to worry about making it out of this situation alive with all of my mental capabilities intact.
They should have Valium dispensers in this hell hole. I start to read my Kindle. The Shining by Stephen King. Ahh, so relaxing and comforting. Then the old ladies come in. Christ, give me strength. Don’t get me wrong, they seemed like sweet old ladies, but you’d have to be their grandchildren to love ‘em. They sat together discussing various health problems and the artwork in the waiting room. That was fine. Then they started looking at the newspaper together. That’s when I was ready to jump in front of a truck. They both glared at the paper like crazed meth heads, anxiously scanning the words, pointing and shouting when they found words they recognized. Huh? I don’t even know what to say about this activity.
It was terrifying seeing children, expecting mothers, and old women all crammed in the same place, acting as obnoxiously as possible. The whole age spectrum was represented and it was a proverbial pissing contest. I guess, no matter what age, what class, what sex…people are annoying as shit! Oh, and our baby is healthy and 8 and 1/2 weeks along.
Edited on Tuesday, June 21, 2011 at 12:59pm
Oh, icing on the cake. Every bitch in there had a damn drink and/or food! I tossed my coffee for nothing!
Stay tuned for more…
