Thoughts on Daddy 2

No Mommy again yesterday, that makes a full week! I think something major has changed. We all had about ten days together and then it seems as if Mommy and Daddy switched schedules. In any event it is very odd and I’m not sure I love the situation. Mommy is fun, comforting, and chatty. Daddy on the other hand is gruff, hairy, and primarily speaks to me in song.

I started taking extra naps this week just so I wouldn’t have to hear him sing the full soundtrack of the Lion King acapella for the fifth time in one day (btw I Googled spelling for acapella and it varies so please don’t send me harassing emails). In ridiculous buffoon news, the lint roller got stuck to Daddy’s back and he walked around with it there for a full five minutes before he noticed!

Along those same lines Daddy seems to be taking over household chores a bit more this week. I saw him do almost ten loads of laundry, curiously he did not fold anything he just piled clean clothes in the guest bedroom. He has been cooking more too which is usually his strong suit, at least according to Mommy (she’s probably just being polite). But the other day he made a mess in the oven when he spilled an uncooked pizza whilst trying to transfer it to his pizza stone.

Daddy told me last night before he put me to bed that he was going to clean the oven. Unfortunately he did not consult me on how to do it. He seemed to believe he could simply hit the “self cleaning” button and go to bed. Whelp, he had a literal rude awakening when the smoke detector started beeping! Actually, the detector did not wake him so I had to start screaming to get his lazy butt out of bed. Before you call me a baby, I smelled smoke and thought the house was on fire.

After rolling over and attempting to quiet my calls for help by shoving a pacifier in my mouth, he also realized that the house was on fire. He sprang from the bead and I did see him again for almost 20 minutes. I did hear some conversation bits which I would like to share with you now. “They should have a warning sticker on that effing button”, “No, you have to do it I can’t reach the ceiling”, “I swear I am going to hit this piece of (I did not recognize this word so I did not remember it) with a hammer”.

Correction: When I was composing my blog in Google Docs I had fully intended to create my own website and post there. However, time constraints coupled with Google’s refusal to monetize my blog because I’m not technically old enough to use the web made the cost/benefit equation tip towards piggy backing off Daddy’s blog. It does pain me to share digital space with his awful reviews of the equally awful show FlashForward (I was in utero for part of that series and even I knew they were not going anywhere).