Day 22: The Return Of Sophie

Well this post is a little delayed thanks to this day getting a case of the tired Wednesday’s. Yes, I am aware it is now Thursday, but such is life. At least I am making the effort to keep the streak going.

So Day 22. It was one of the more tiring days of the whole adventure (so far). To avoid tiring you out from reading it, I am going to switch to the classic bullet form.

Here goes Wednesday:

  • Every one of Charlie’s diapers on this day, was a pooper.
  • Still annoyed at my tax reassessment from day earlier.
  • I took two tired and cranky boys to the Passport office.
  • I drove part of the way home without Charlie buckled in his seat.
  • It was borderline summer out and the hose was not working right.
  • Once hose was working, Harry watered the neighbourhood and the car a little.
  • Finally found a box in the garage that was missing for months (read below for more).
  • Changed the porch light.
  • Made nachos for dinner.
  • Went up and down the stairs five times during Harry going to bed. Best excuse – “a hair fell on the floor and I wanted to tell you.”
  • Watched Survivor and Modern Family.
  • Fell asleep on couch.

Those were just the highlights.

Day 21: Angry Birds, Angry Birds, Angry Charlie

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Good evening, I welcome you to your normally scheduled blog post. Day 21. The day I almost did the whole day from dawn til dusk. My wife thankfully made it home just in time to catch Harry before bed and now they are up doing bedtime.

But other than that, it was dad all day long today. My wife was up earlier than the birds for a work event and that meant I had to take care of her part of the morning. No biggie, it was just breakfast and getting Harry to school.

The worry was, he had a rough drop off on Monday, so we were interested to see how his mood was today. He was fine. Why?

Angry Birds.

The toys we got in the mail yesterday were still fresh in his head. Even to the point where the first thing he said when he got up today was, can we play with the Angry Birds?

Day 20: Frosted Flakes Are Greeeeeat

Monday night, at the computer, telling it like it is. Day 20 was not bad.

It all started bright and early just before 6 am when the baby awoke. I went to get him and brought him back to bed to try to get him back to sleep. Great idea, until we got all cozy and I smelled him. Yep, there was a present waiting.

So the choice was, stay in bed and let him sleep, or change him which would mean awake time. I chose uncomfortable and smelly. I did not sleep but the baby did, past 7 am. So that was a win.

For breakfast, it was the first day of a new cereal for Harrison. He picked out Frosted Flakes yesterday because he thought it was Tigger on the box. He is on a current Winnie the Pooh kick, so any tiger out there is Tigger.

We were not sure he would like the cereal, but all worry was gone in two seconds. Yep, they were greeeeeeat.

Day 19: Dad For The Win

Well, Day 19 was a long one and when you add in that it was Friday, it is no shock that I did not feel like blogging last night.

Charlie is napping and my wife took Harry to Saturday gymnastics, so here I am.

Yesterday was a definite win for me I think. As you may have read, we have been transitioning Charlie from his beloved swing to his crib for naps. I mean he sleeps all night in the crib, so why not naps.

The first day was rough as expected, but yesterday was awesome. He was up there and asleep for almost three hours. My wife used the term “dad for the win” when she heard this.

Flash forward to today, it was back to rough. But that was expected as a weekend day is different from a weekday. Everyone is home, the house is less quiet and we were out doing stuff this morning which threw off the sleep schedule.

But he is up there right now, fighting it out and I think he has at least scored an hour of doze.

Day 18: Cribs, Money And Chicken

day18-1You know the drill. This is where I tell you how the day went as I travel through time and space as a stay-at-home dad.

Today was an exciting day. It seemed much more official that the parental leave was on. My money hit my account. Employment Insurance is flowing. This dad was able to pay some bills.

As some may not know, in Canada, when on parental leave, we receive 55% of our salary. It will be tough sledding, but it is better than nothing.

So with cash in hand so-to-speak, today was also a transition day for Charlie.

Up until now, all his naps have been in his swing which is situated smack in the middle of our house. It works like a charm, but it pretty much shuts down everything around him. This includes my desk and computer. This makes it hard to get anything done.

So we decided since Charlie sleeps pretty well in his crib overnight, it was time to move all sleeping to the crib. Easier said than done. Our little baby boy loves his swing. Hell, we love that swing. It is auto-matic!

Day 17: Passport Photos And A Whole Lotta Pooh

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Good evening parental travelers, how are you? This is the part of the day when things get quiet and calm around the house. The boys are in bed and the grown ups make their way to the basement where TV and dozing happen. Sound exciting right? What do you want, it is Wednesday! We still our huge Survivor fans, so that is what is on the menu.

Today was a challenge, not because of the boys or anything to do with parenting. Nope, today was hard because of the horrible weather. There was a monsoon going on around our house for most of the day. No walking the dog, no getting the mail and certainly no outside time for the kiddies.

Luckily, we had a very important task to take care of. It was passport photo day for the men. We are heading on a few trips this year and Harry and I need new passports, while Charlie needs his first one ever.

With the weather, the only really logical choice was going to Mic Mac Mall in Dartmouth. There was a Blacks there to get the job done.

So we packed up and headed out. Car rides are always fun for Harry thanks to his love (addiction?) to trucks. He knows them all by name and gets excited when one is speeding by us.

Day 16: The More I Sleep, The More Tired I am

day16-1It is a cold, rainy and depressing evening in Halifax tonight. It is almost May and the weather is still flirting with the freezing mark. What gives? The boys want to be outside playing, not sitting on the couch looking out the window.

Oh well, the forecast looks much better next week.

Today, even though I got to sleep in past 7 am, was a tiring day. You know the days, when your eyes are like gum and your brain just does not want to function.

Luckily for me, I just had Charlie and he loves to sleep. He is like a bear. As long as he gets to eat, he is quite happy to doze and nap and sleep as much as you let him.

The overall goal of the day was to try to get the house in order. I feel like I am slipping from the tidy standard that Katie set while she was home with the baby. She had a schedule and the house was for the most part a clean space for us men to mess up.

I did manage to get a few rooms done but there is a lot more. Maybe one day. At least the hair got sucked off the floor. Having pets can really add to the mess.

Day 15: I Know The Treehouse Schedule Too Well

day15-4A new week, same old dad. Another day on the PL over here and all I can see is, I am becoming quiet comfortable with the stay-at-home life. Nothing has changed in terms of ease etc. but I have the daily routines down pretty good. The boys throw the occasional curve ball my way but mostly at night.

The weekend was a fun one with my wife’s birthday. That meant a lot of activities and good eating. It felt like it took an extra day just to digest and recover.

It did not get off to a great start for those who like sleep. Harry woke up just before 1am and wanted to get into bed with us. He stayed briefly before I put him back to bed but of course I was up waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Then the other shoe did drop and that meant an awake Charlie. He started fussing around 4:45am. I got to him pretty quick and he actually went back to sleep on me. Sadly, I could not convert on the transfer to the crib. He was having none of that.

So off to the basement we went because I was not feeding him.