I know that it being a holiday doesn’t mean there’s an excuse to skip out on you guys and not write a blog post… but that’s what I did yesterday and I guess you’re just going to have to deal with it! This is what happens when you’re a parent sometimes—sorry for dadding, okay?
How was our Cinco de Mayo? It was good! We had a lot of fun and we actually went to two different little festivals over the weekend: the Cinco de Mayo thing going on yesterday and the Strawberry Festival! Let me tell you, neither was all that great and we didn’t really stay at either for long but Emmy got a kick out of them.
Emmy really loves to go anywhere and be anywhere with music and loves to be able to dance and get her party on! She has been a little shyer lately but she’ll basically take whenever she can get to shake her little booty. She also just likes to get out and about and be around people and stuff; she’s just a sweet, social little lady and she had fun dancing away.
One special thing that happened for her this weekend was that she got to experience a petting zoo, two actually, but one she actually got to go into and the one the animals actually seemed like they were treated pretty well… the other, not so much.
She at first didn’t seem like she was actually going to get down and pet any animals (she’s in a bit of a shy stage and she was also, for some odd reason scared) but she did eventually and loved it. Emmy is such an animal lover and I love it. She gets so excited when she sees an animal, no matter what it is, and it’s so damn adorable. It wasn’t taught either; I know some of you are like, yeah, of course Kayleigh taught her to be that way, but no, she came out just in love with animals and it’s great.
Emmy is inspiring in all sorts of ways and her love for all things animal is just another huge way. She’s got such a big heart, this kid.
Anyway, those are just a few things we did these last few days and I believe that Kayleigh will be back with you tomorrow after her two-week break! So check back in for that!
I tried out reading a bunch of dad books before Emmy was born and I tell you what, while they were pretty entertaining, there have just been some things to happen that those books didn’t prepare me for.
I’m going to give you guys a short list of the various things that reading those books written by dads about dad-ing doesn’t prepare you for. Come to think of it there are more than just a few… but we must start small. Here we go.
First off, the emotions that I felt the day Emmy was born and the emotions that I feel every day, whether it be pride, happiness, or just total love for the tiny baby, were briefly glanced over in some of the dad books. But the love that you actually feel when you meet your baby for the first time or the feeling you get when your kid is doing things and learning things for the first time weren’t really talked much about in those books. I think it’s because some of these things are indescribable and I couldn’t even put those experiences into words. Meeting Emmy was like a grenade filled with love and attachment went off literally inside my entire body. That’s a weak attempt at explanation. Watching Emmy learn is like watching something you’ve put a lot of work into really pay off, over and over.
Alright, alright, now I understand that it may be weird to have an entire post about coffee—or maybe not at all… I don’t know. What I do know is that without the magic substance, I might not be here today, you know, because I have a kid.
Now I know that there are those out there that don’t have a taste for coffee and those that seem to be anti-coffee, for some strange reason. I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong! Coffee is one of the greater things in life and if you don’t like it… you must be sick.
My friendship with Joe (Joe because it’s so funny and witty to call coffee Joe) began at age 23, shortly after I stopped drinking alcohol. I had never had much of a taste for coffee until I dropped one habit and picked up another. I know it sounds like it was just a replacement—and hell, maybe that’s what it is—but it feels like a lot more than that. Joe helps me focus and get the shit done that needs done and helps keep me from falling asleep at my desk at work after we have a rough night with Emmy. And that has happened, more than once—I’m just sayin’—moffuga gets tired bein’ a dad and all, haha.
Coffee has become my crutch—but in a good way; it helps support me in a non-deadly way such as alcohol was providing me. It’s actually pretty healthy for me, according to some studies, and that makes it even better. There really is nothing like a nice, black cup of coffee when you’re fighting to stay conscious or even when you’re just trying to relax, thus why it had to be written about more than just in an in-passing way. So there you have it—my little friendship story with coffee.
I love you, boo.
Alrighty then—now that we established what happened with the whole birth part of the story and I’ve talked about some more recent stuff… we can move forward, or onward you might say, in the past, but still onward… in the story, and can now discuss our Portland/Vancouver life a little bit.
I think I mentioned earlier that we were living in a small city called Vancouver, Washington at the time of Emmy’s birth; she was born in Portland, though, and thank the Lord for that. Not that Vancouver is a bad place or anything, but there are definitely some crazies up there and who even knows that there’s a Vancouver in Washington. Anyways, Emmy is Portland-born and she lived there (or near) for the first eight-or-so months of her life.
Now, I’m just going to give you the first 3/4 year of her life in a short, small, little nutshell. When our tubular little tyke was born, it was right in the heart of the rainy season, which worked for the FIRST few months of her life because she was fairly immobile and we weren’t really supposed to take her outside anyway. The more time moved forward and the bigger she grew though, the more we longed to get away from our dreary little apartment on the bottom floor in the small, hardly-known town that is America’s Vancouver.
Want to hear about one of the coolest things in the world? Okay, I’m probably exaggerating just a bit, but it is pretty darn cool, and for a parent, it’s a been a pretty big lifesaver. What I’m talking about is sleep-training, and while it wasn’t easy, now that we’ve done it, it’s pretty great.
So, for a long time, we had issues getting Emmy to sleep—like, it was a big pain in the butt and we knew that something had to change. We would spend anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half trying to get the girl to go down without having a bit of a freakout and we didn’t really know what we were going to do.
Early on, I got into the habit of patting her back to get her to relax and sleep and once that habit was established, it was all but impossible to get her to go down unless she was being touched. It became a big nuisance having to carry her around for forever every night, patting and patting her back, then laying her down and continuing to pat until she was out. Then we would have to creep out of her room, and if she woke up at all, go back and pat her until she was safely asleep yet again. This became the nightly thing and it would take extended periods of time and it started to wear on us, beeeeeg time.
Today I’m going to talk to you about what it’s like to take a baby on a road trip/car trip/any kind of trip and things that you should remember.
First – you’re going to need yourself and your baby. If you’ve got that, you’re already partially there! Look at you go!
Second – you’ll need some toys. Babies love toys; I don’t care who you are or who your baby is—I bet they love playing with toys! Kids need distractions when you’re on the road, so if you give them something to occupy their hands and mouths with, it can be a big help. It doesn’t take much, really… Emerson would most definitely be fine with something as simple as a water bottle for an extended period of time. The point is, just bring some damn toys, and a variation of them so that your kid doesn’t get bored too fast. Pack the whole darn toy chest if you need to, okay?
I’ve always been the type of person who doesn’t believe in words. Actions are all that matter in my book — and because of this, I have never been able to write down how I feel about Emerson. I’ve never been able to find the right words that measure up or feel like they mean a thing.
I never wrote in her baby book on the page that says “a letter to you before we met you”. I also never wrote one after you arrived, even though I promised myself I would. Trust me, I tried many times. But still, nothing quite makes sense or translates correctly to paper. One cannot describe how a mama feels for her tiny babe.
Instead, I promise you I will always show you.
Instead, I’ve come up with this.
I promise to:
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