Thoughts on Fatherhood 2

I know I talked about poop in my previous “Thoughts on Fatherhood” posting but it has constantly been on my mind as of late. For instance, today she pooped and I changed her. The second I finished changing her she pooped again. After changing her a third time she made the most awful sound I had ever heard from an infants rear end. Assuming she pooped for a third time I unwrapped her only to find a remarkable lack of poop. It was at that point I swear she smiled at me and mouthed the words “got you, loser”.

People have told me, as far back I can remember, that babies cry. I really did not comprehend how true that statement was until the birth of my little girl. She cries when she is cold, she cries when she is warm, she cries when she is hungry, she cries when she is full, she cries when she poops, she cries when she pees, she cries when she farts (unless she is laughing at me), she cries when you are not pacing with her back and fourth while bouncing her head and butt at slightly differing speeds. No wonder people invented language, human expression through blood curling sobs induces untold amounts of stress.

After painstakingly attempting to keep my daughters name in-google-able I did a g-check this morning to see how it was going. Turns out my brother congratulating her on her birth at his website coasttocoastforacure.com officially broke her Google streak. Damn him and his good intentions/causes, damn him.

I have really expanded my Disney music repertoire as of late. Pandora is my friend because it makes my little girl so happy. I have even gone so far as to purchase music via iTunes, which is something I do on rare occasions (I’m more of an app guy). I knew the Lion King had spectacular music but I had no idea how much fun dancing to Lilo and Stitch’s Hawaiian music with my little girl would be.