Short and to the point, I'd rather be with Emmett than blogging.
At the moment, I can't be with Emmett, since he's in California visiting his grandparents, and I'm not, so I don't really have that as an excuse.
V, consider this your shoutout. Enjoy the leftover pizza.
Up until yesterday, I hadn't filled up my car with gas since October. I suppose since I can't have a car seat in it, there wasn't really much point.
Let me run through the new parent stuff:
Yes, it's awesome. Even at 3 AM when he won't sleep.
I seem to have become more or less immune to his cry, in that it doesn't irritate me. That doesn't mean it's not physically painful if he gets a good shout right in my ear.
Yes, you get sleep deprived. To the point where when talking with your spouse, you need to re-iterate what you're talking about, even if it's only been a few minutes, and there hasn't been anything else said since the last sentence. Pronouns don't work.
Flying with a 4 week old isn't so bad. We'll find out tomorrow how flying with a 5 week old is. Probably not much different. (famous last words)
Poop can have a trajectory.
While I don't mind having jury duty, tomorrow is awful inconvenient, but that's my fault for not asking to have it rescheduled.
I opted to stay home with wife and kid for 4 weeks after he made his appearance. If you have the means, I highly recommend it.
I'm a nerd when it comes to bath water temp. The floaty ducky with the 'hot' stamp on it is nice, but I like using the kitchen thermometer, just to be sure. I'm also a nerd when it comes to bottle temp.
One of my readers pointed out to me that they don't really HAVE to read this, as they pretty much have a good idea of what I'm going to say, because I've usually told them everything that goes into this blog. Thanks for reading anyway, D.
To come, more adventures in cloth diapering, that is, if I haven't been put onto a major trial and sequestered.