Baby Sicknesses

With babies, not all is peachy one-hundred percent of the time.

This may seem obvious but I think that even us parents forget it sometimes. You may go hours, days, or even weeks without your little one having any problems, but then that one extra hard day or that super rough night hits and you remember really quickly.

Emmy is suddenly sick. It’s not life-threatening or anything, but I guess we don’t really know what it is as the doctor that Kayleigh took her to yesterday didn’t test her for anything or give her anything to help her get better. I guess it’s better than them just writing her a prescription after barely looking at her, but they could have at least tested her for the flu or something, right?

You see, two nights ago, not long after we put Emerson down, Kayleigh and I were passing Emmy’s bedroom door when we began to hear strange noises… it almost sounded like… vomiting. I’ll bet that you’re clever enough to figure out what was going on. We rushed into the room and found our tiny baby holding herself up with her tiny arms over a puddle of puke and attempting to catch her breath.

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What’s the Girl Look Like?

I’m sure that some of you are wondering, what does Emerson look like? And I’m sure that some of you are also wondering, what the heck, bro? It’s not Saturday! Yes, yes I know, I messed up again with not posting yesterday!

On Friday night I fell asleep, fully-clothed and everything and slept that way apparently all night until Emmy woke up at 6:30 this morning and Kayleigh kicked me out of bed to go take care of her.

So there I was, ready to go, in my clothes and everything already and I went to take care of the baby. I once thought, oh, dude, your post is supposed to be done in like, twenty minutes! and then I said screw it and it can wait until tomorrow!

So we had a good day yesterday; Emmy went to the Farmer’s Market with her Meme and Papa Steve and Kayleigh and I went to have coffee downtown and then went to the Strip for a bit. But anyway, on to the main point of this here post: why we don’t post Emmy’s face online.

So we don’t for a number of reasons.

1. We want the decision to be hers and fully hers. We want her to be the first to really decide to put her face out there for all to see and I think it’s great that she will be able to decide that. We don’t want to do it and then have Emerson for some reason wish to stay fully off the internet someday, I don’t know.

2. It can be dangerous in many ways, including the fact that once you put your child’s picture on there, it can be viewed forever and can be saved and copied pretty easily and then reposted from there. Imagine whose hands your babies picture could fall into? And from there it’s pretty easy to find a name and, if you’re good enough, more information.

3. There are some creeps on the internet and it sounds dumb, but when you look at facts and watch shows about pedophiles, it’s not far out there that your child’s photo could be misused and abused in ways you’d never want, so, yeah. Kayleigh doesn’t even like people looking at Emmy in public, so the internet is a no-no.

4. It can be embarrassing and potentially harmful to your child in the future. Imagine when they go to school and their classmates can search for their name and pull up some pictures they’d never want anyone else to see up from their past. Think about being a child once and if you’d had photos like that of yourself on the web, would you have been happy? If not, don’t post stuff like that! Why would you do that to your poor kid!

5. We want to keep her all to ourselves. Oh, and I guess our families too. And friends, our friends can see her face too. Or… anyone that wants to meet her in person! We’ll even video chat you! Just no pictures can be posted.

We love Emmy and just want her to decide for herself, when she’s ready (and when we’re ready, haha) to upload the first picture of her beautiful face! She’s too cute anyway, she’d break the damn World Wide Web.

Well, that’s all for now folks. Sorry that this was late, again.

Happy Sunday.

Party Time, Excellent

I get to do this weekend, something that I haven’t done in a long, long time. Spend a couple long days with my tiny baby and I’m looking forward to it!

We were together today from around 4:30-on and we had a pretty good night. Granted, Emmy goes to bed at eight, but what can ya do. We had a good few solid hours together and it was cool.

I used to be with her three days a week from like 7:30 am until nearly 10 pm. It was a good time and I loved spending all that time with her, just father and daughter, straight chillin’. But she was a blob then and pretty incapable of getting into things and hurting herself severely. That’s not the case now, though!

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Coffee

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.

Rain, Rain, Go Away.

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.

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Emergency Rooms

The initial sound of blood-curdling screams you can’t actually process. Once the second breath is taken, you realize something isn’t quite right.

Usually, dinner is a pretty uneventful but enjoyable time. Emerson bloves to eat and dinner is her favorite time. I love to give her food because homemade food equals love. 99/100 times I usually sit next to Emerson and feed her her dinner, replenishing her plate at her every little sign of “more”. Tonight, Josh sat down next to the little babe and started things before dinner was fully ready because Emerson was extra hungry and eager to get this show on the road.

That’s cool. Dad’s need time to bond with their babies, too. And moms can always use a break where they don’t have to pay attention to anything but the food on their plate.

We (Emmy and I – I later find out that Josh hadn’t eaten a single bite because he didn’t have a fork) start eating and talking with my parents about who knows what now, when all of a sudden it happens. It really didn’t register for a second since I wasn’t right there like I always am.

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Road Trippy

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!

Golden Gate

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?

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