Friday, March 25, 2011

One Year Thoughts

The Wifey and I have never been too keen on the Baby watching television and for the most part, she keeps herself occupied enough to not even pay attention to it. I think the thrill of exploring the house seems to capture her imagination far better than the television will. But anyways, we own a copy of Toy Story 3, for sentimental reasons, Toy Story 3 was the first movie we actually took the Baby to go see. She was only three months at the time and slept throughout the whole movie but it gave us hope that we could catch a few more flicks at the theaters before she get loud and rowdy. So we have the copy of Toy Story 3 sitting in the television cabinet and the Baby finds it and instead of ignoring her discovery, she just stares at the cover. And then she starts walking around the house with it, pointing at each character and talking to them and laughing every time she sees the stupid box to the movie. We figured the next step would be to actually put the movie in so she could watch it. And the rest is history. The Baby will just sit and stare and watch Toy Story 3 from beginning to end; the only time she stops watching it is to get up and find the dvd box so she can hold it while she watches it. She even has gotten to the point where she can only nap when it is playing. The Baby will kinda watch other shows but if you really want to shut the baby up, pop in Toy Story 3.

All right, well the Baby turned 1 on March 23rd and it wasn't spectacular. But then again, she had no idea what was going on. She wouldn't wake up, so I couldn't put on her birthday outfit. Her grandmother had already made plans for her, so that ruined me and the Wifey's plans of taking a half day of work to pick her up from Mother's Day Out and take her to the mall. But that was fine, she got to spend some special, quality time the Grandmother, who probably is one of her best friends. Keep in mind the dvd box of Toy Story 3 is probably her best friends as well, so the Baby isn't really picky about her friendships. We ended up picking up the Baby around 2pm and decided to take her to the park so she can actually swing in her own swing. We figured the Baby would enjoy it, but we had no idea she would enjoy it this much. She just smiled and laughed the whole time as she gripped her little paws around the chain and seat.

I honestly didn't know how I would handle being a father, to think that for once there was somebody's life who was more important than mine. I know, I should feel the same way about the Wifey, but if she hasn't learned how to stop, drop, and roll when she is on fire by now, she's on her own. The Baby on the other hand is still learning. And I think that's what I enjoy the most is just watching the Baby develop every single skill in her brain. This is her first exposure to everything we have taken for granted. The texture of a brick wall, the texture of a furry wall. The sound of a siren or the dogs barking. Or the gentle caressing feel of a steady breeze on her face. And the Baby absolutely loves the wind. She will stick her chin out like a Glass Joe from Nintendo's Mike Tyson's Punch Out and let the wind splash on her face. Those little things make me happy. It also makes me appreciate the Wifey even more. Yeah, I know, I wouldn't even extinguish her body if she somehow caught on fire. But she probably got caught on fire because she was trying to cook me something. The Wifey just has this total disregard for her own self just to make sure our family is happy.

There were the nights that I somehow would sleep through the Baby crying. And she would get up and calm the Baby down even though she would have to go work in a couple of hours. She never complained (passive aggressively she complained but that is neither here nor there) she just did it because frankly if nobody else did, nothing would get accomplished.

I know I have written in the past about the little things that the husband could do to make everything easier for the woman. Honestly, just appreciate her. Appreciate the sacrifices, appreciate everything she does.

The Baby is going to grow up and all those things that were new are going to become old (le duh) and nostalgia will kick in. But also keep in mind that the Baby isn't the only one that is growing up either.

Happy Birthday Baby.


  1. You don't know me, but a friend of mine once blogged about your blog and so I took a peek. Since then I've followed and love reading about your experiences about parenthood. My husband and I are expecting our first in July and I often make him read your posts because they are so good. :) Anyway, just thought I'd say your writing style is awesome and thanks for sharing!

  2. Thanks for the comment! What is your friend's blog? I wouldn't mind adding another one to my blogroll. And congrats on the new one coming in July!

  3. :)

    Hers is
    and mine is

  4. Oh, boring Kelly's blog. I know her.