Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Target has magical powers!


I learned today why so many mommies hang out at Target. It's not for the millions of household items available for purchase...but more so a place where one can strap the baby into the stroller and push him around till he falls asleep....deep deep stroller sleep!!!!

Thank you Target....and please accept my sincerest apologies for the years of misunderstanding I had about you and my wife!

I think I may have to make peace with Ikea tomorrow!

Monday, September 28, 2009

Week 2


My wife, Kristine suggested I write a blog about my daily experiences with Evan, our 6 month old bundle of joy. I've decided to give this a shot and see how long I can keep it going. Bear with me and I'm sorry if I bore you along the way.....

Last week was quite tumultuous to say the least. Evan caught a bad flu bug that ran a fever in excess of 104.7 degrees.....3X!!! Kristine and I flipped out and went from urgent care to the emergency room to the pediatrician and even dialing 911. We ended up being admitted for fear of H1N1 and was released 2 days later. No need to worry...we're all ok and not contagious.

It's Monday, week 2 of unemployment. My only salvation is being able to spend quality time with Evan. My boy is keeping me on my toes while I try to keep it all together. He started our day by letting mommy and I sleep till 6am, which is quite a special treat. All you parents out there know exactly what I'm talking about.

And so here it goes.....

6am: Evan chowed down his morning milk and only managed to spit up on just my shirt....and not my face!

10am: Cereal.....before it goes into Evan's mouth, it goes on his head...his face.....my face....and my somewhere on my body. A picture speaks a thousand words...so stay tuned, I'll load one up soon.

1:45p: More cereal....another trip to the bathtub afterward to wash up! Evan eats.....Evan cries....Evan sleeps

5pm: Where's Mommy??? Teething keeps Evan awake....and pissed off!!! Evan cries....and cries....and cries some more! Poor little dude...I wish Daddy can make the pain go away...but there's only so much orajel can do.

6:45p: Finally..Mommy's home from work. I cook...I clean...I drink beer! See you next time!