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InstaLife

Well it’s been a real long time team daddy but I’m coming back. My wife ended up having to have surgery and definitely put me out the blogging game for a couple of months. Now she’s back to work and daddy’s got a new load. Our daughter since then has now skipped a nap and she is pretty much mobile. Cooking dinner doing thingslike playing with my new iPhone are all impossible if she is awake and I am alone. It’s kind of crazy how fast everything has come together it really just seems like a long time ago an a galaxy far way when my wife was giant pregnant and I was getting ready to cook my first Thanksgiving turkey. jump to hyperspace,now I make number two with an audience of an 11 month old and have to play games through the whole thing.  Yup it’s a whole new world. Speaking of a whole new world did you hear that George Lucas sold Star Wars to Disney! that news got me thinking after all star wars and it’s lessons shaped my values in life. Even though I never did become a Jedi I do sometimes feel like one when I’m on skis or in nature. I sometimes get concerned that I will have lost my clairvoyant abilities as they are so rusty they probably wouldn’t even move. Waote what would Yoda say? I know that fear leads to anger anger leads to suffering thanks Yoda.  I will teach my daughter how to ski and yes she will be on skis this year at 15 months. There is no try there is only do.
My wife also got me an iPhone so we can FaceTime while she’s at work I really didn’t realize how great that was really going to be. It’s also help me understand why my wife won’t put the phone down when the baby is sleeping. Now that I understand how to use the camera and this thing called Instagram.  I’m a complete insta junkie.  Who knew that anyone could look so talented with such ease.  truth be told I have been really enjoying my new phone so thanks Honey !  What does the next episode hold for me?  I dont know but im sure it will be interesting.  Just a quick post to try to use the force and get back into the practice of blogging.

Thanks for stopping and have FUN !

To sell baby stuff or not to sell baby stuff, who knew it was such a big decision.

Well we are at 8 months and our daughter is now growing out of most things that we have relied on for her whole life.  Hehe whole life, things like the “Rock and Play” the “Bumbo” My wife stopped breast feeding so that $300 Medela travel pump could go.  How about the 4Moms Momma Roo?  It was totally awesome but wow that was fast.  She got to use it for 6 months and it’s still like new.  So now what? 

My buddy just called and told me his family was growing by one and couldn’t help feeling really excited for him.  “Congratulations’ Bro you’re an animal” So do we want to have another baby?  Or can I sell this stuff on E-Bay and reclaim parts of my house that resemble a reality show called The Baby Clutter Freaks.  Did I mentation that when the conversation begins to lean towards not having another baby I am faced with winning the booby prize of a vasectomy.  Now I know everyone says it’s the equivalent of drive through surgery.  But in the words of Tony Soprano “why do you want to mess with god’s creation down there”?  To be honest God has nothing to do with it just a pure natural fear of knives cutting my balls that’s all.   So as you can see there is a much larger question and why do all decisions now that we are parents seem so serious?  I went from wanting to sell the Mamma Roo to spending the better part of my weekend sitting on frozen peas with no hopes of procreating again.  So I guess it’s something to consider. 

I have updated my E Bay account taken some sweet pics and now nothing… Why am I hanging on to this?  Have any of you had the experience of turning into a blubbering fool while watching some commercial featuring a father and child. In the past I have written that  having a daughter has softened me for sure.  Frankly it was long over do so I am not complaining, but as my blog name suggests it is has been and still continues to be an “adjustment” I welcome any advice from those who have gone through this and are now on the other side.  Please just keep mind when it comes to children I’ve become a six foot three two hundred and 40 lb. marshmallow.  Thanks for stopping by and HAVE FUN!!

D.A.

Staycation all I ever wanted

Greetings Team Daddy, 

Thanks for stopping by.  It has been a really busy since Fathers’ Day.  I have been settling into my new vocation quite well or so I though. I am a doer. Many times people have made fun of my “to do” list. Look I like to have “accomplishments’” every day it works for me.  To tell you the truth there is a pure gratification that comes with crossing a chore you’ve done off a list.  Ah simple pleasures. 

This year due to Baby and the fact that our income has been cut in half, we are Staycationing this summer.  Hooray after over a year of pretty much staying home we get to stay home for vacation.  An added bonus, we get to do all the yard word and organizing during that time.  Man this is going to be great!  Ok I’ll stop with the sarcasm, those of you not from New England may not find that at all funny but it was meant as a joke none the less. Having a way with sarcasm around here is something of a common ground.  Often comments are considered funny that in other parts of the country you get your face punched in for uttering such an insult.  It is an aliquant art form, one that takes a life time to master.  But only a moment to relish.  Since I am no taking off this year I thought I would share some shots from a trip my wife and I did a few summers ago.  We toured the BVI for a couple weeks and can’t wait to bring our daughter there, just beautiful.    

I digress, sorry Team Daddy.  The summer solstice is finally here and it is bringing on the heat in a major way.  It also marks 6 months for our daughter.  I can’t believe it has already been 6 months.  I am finally starting to realize what everyone has been saying with the ever present sentiment of “enjoy it, it goes by fast” You know what?  They were totally right. 

 It was in that sweltering heat that my daughters’ constant whines and cry’s from a nap missed that I had a personal breakdown.  It was strange because it lasted for about 5 seconds and only did minor damage. Not unlike the extremely rare earthquake we had last summer.  She had missed her nap because daddy had to go somewhere and was figgin pissed off and no I am not being sarcastic.  It was about 3 hours of nonstop whinning when while cleaning the toilet extremely unfavorable toilet water splashed down on my new Nike Airmax sneakers.  A brief brilliant flash of bright white light.  AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!  Our entire home shook.  It was there and then alone with my own immaturity, or perhaps it was that last bit of the old selfish me.  Still holding on waiting for me to reconnect.  Like an anxious pal waiting by the lift on a powder day, that spirit only holds so long.  I thought ”I can’t ever let this happen again”.  What about myself do I have to learn to ensure this?      

The answer, yet another adjustment for Daddy.  I was forever focused on the chores and accomplishments I was unable to achieve in a day. My wife would come home to childish complaints from Daddy about stuff he didn’t get to do.  Not the best way to attract attention from the one who is out there working all day.  Now since that moment I have had nothing but delight and gratitude.  I focus on all of the positive I created for our world each day.  Sometimes that list is short. Something like taking our daughter for a walk to our “meditation spot”, or cooking dinner even cleaning the toilet.  All done in the name of appreciation and gratitude. 

Raising our children is important work it should to be taken with respect and understanding.  I often wonder if teachers made as much as doctors would we have more children reaching for higher goals?  Perhaps a result could be there would be more doctors.  More value could be given our teachers and anyone who actively enriches his or her community by way of sharing their common wealth of knowledge.

 So onward we go where many daddies’ have gone before.  A world where small accomplishments make measurable differences in a long life.  Letting go to that which now holds me back.  Embracing the challenges faced by a new man.  One who does for many and is proud of it.  This post is dedicated to those few that have and still are sharing their truth with me and allowing me to do the same.  Also my grandmother Nonnie who I miss every day.  Happy Birthday We love you!  Thank you for all your gifts shared. 

As always have Fun!

Your Friend Daddy Adjustment.

Proud Daddy pics

Just a quick photo post to share with you why I am so grateful to be a father.Thank you Zia for the wicked awesome shirt!  100 years of Fenway and the Monstah!

Wicked Good Food in New England

Here in New England we have many different dialects and accents.  I know, I know, Chowda and pahking the car-ah and all.  But really there is much to behold than just that. There are wonderful subtle inflections your ear will relish with sheer giddy and delight.  Such as a true Vermont accent.  A real VT native proudly pronounces their highland home ground as “Vermoundt” It takes a special human to enjoy the simpler things in life such as “sitting in your puckin dooryard, nockin back a whole rack of Natty Light beer.  If more than one person is enjoying an activity as such, it would be appropriate to call out to them and say” Oh buy goawd you’re a real par of Mr. Dooley’s aint cha?”  Now when you hear a phrase like that, Mr. Dooley, you will know you are deep in New England and it’s time to rejoice. 

A little to the south in the foot hills of the Berkshire’s  of Massachusetts where I grew up , it was a common sight to see one of your friends dad’s driving a work van with a cigarette in one hand and a bottom shelf beef in the other.   “Randy get home now before I kick your ass so hard your pants split”.  It was then that I began to fear the “woodshed” as Randy’s dad would often say to us, “Think your so damn funny?  I’ll take ya out back and show ya what that woodshed ‘s good fer!”  Thank god I never found out. 

As far as the shore goes there are two kinds of people.  Those who eat Scallops and those who eat Scoulops.  Personally I don’t prefer either as they are the same thing. However, one thing I can share is that no matter how eccentric or rather extremely native all these people are.  If nothing more they were all connected to their environment in their own way.  

Summer has always been a time of celebration here.  A place that humans can learn the lessons of patience,and reaping what you sow.  The pure innocent joy of ingesting fresh produce.   Nostalgia seems to always be in keen style during the high sun season.  The colors are everywhere. Whether its flags flowing brightly, standing at attention down every main street or the start of peppers, tomatoes and squash appearing in little wooded stands at the end of dirt driveways.  It’s a feeling we all have around here. No matter what your accent is, or where your people came up through the generations. We all cherish our ground and are lifted up by its bounties.  I trust that even today these colors do not fade. My mind is bright with the taste of farm fresh strawberries. (I ate a pint in the past 24 hours) So please join me in appreciation of our land and know that we all eat the same food and walk the same ground.  Thanks for stopping by and Have Fun! 

You’re Friend 

The Daddy Adjustment

We are in this thing together

Hello Team Daddy, I hope you are well.  I have been really trying to do an excellent job taking care of my family and the result is this blog has suffered tremendously.  You know it’s really not easy.  Frankly I have a lot of respect for any single parent out there.  I myself have so very much to be grateful for. We have a beautiful healthy baby.  I am home full time with her, and even though we were pretty happy having duel income and no kids. (dinks)  Life at our home is much happier now with half the income and twice the love.

Back to having an even greater respect for those who do wonders with much less than I. Sometimes it is hard for us to be empathetic towards others because of our own complaints and personal drama.  But when you experience something remotely close, it clicks for you.  Don’t feel weird, that’s just the feeling of learning Bro.  Having a daughter has definitely softened my outlook and cooled my judgmental ways.

I think if we all experienced a little of someone else’s plight this world would be a little warmer of a place.  What ever happened to “it takes a village to raise a child”?  Well if you lived in our village, I don’t think you would want some of these people raising your child. Wow we really have evolved to a ME and MINE society.  Hey I can’t blame them.  If you’re not super wealthy, it takes all you have to keep things together now a day.  Why not admit that we all struggle sometimes and we all could use a little help now and then.  Just remember team Daddy. We are all in this thing together, and no one gets out alive. So do your best for your child’s future while you are here.  Help educate and try your best not to discipline. That goes for everyone, not just your little one.

 Listen if you haven’t figured it out, I still struggle with this new career of being a Dad.  It’s natural, so don’t go beating yourself up as I do at times when things don’t go according to plan.  If nothing else this blog should be an honest yet blurry eyed attempt at some true daddy journalism. So please don’t take this all as complaining, I just like telling on myself to the world. It is my intension that when you read all this, you will not feel alone and like a bad person.  But know that I promise to always be a partner in creating a better place for our children to grow up in.  If you see one of our other partners’ out there who look like the struggle is getting to them, why not lend them a hand.  It will come back to you and yours I promise.  Now that’s how you really take care of you and yours…by taking care of me and mine.   

Thanks for stopping by and have Fun!

The Daddy Adjustment

Review of Summer Whirlpool Bath ,Spa and Shower.

Summer little luxuries whirlpool bubbling spa shower.  Pamper your baby from head to toe “new bubbling massage action”. 

The summer Whirlpool Bath spa shower may just be the biggest piece of junk I have ever been swindled into purchasing. Actually worse than that, we put it on our baby registry and a very loving relative put down hard earned money for this item. It’s easy to imagine why we had wanted it. Just look at the photo on the box. We thought as many others I imagine. “Of course we want our baby to have Jacuzzi”. I actually couldn’t wait for the moment we would turn the bubbles on and get to take in her expressions.  

By the end of day two of ignoring my wife’s request to try it out, we decided to give it “whirl” over the weekend…  

About a month back I recall my wife saying “honey let’s return this thing I think it’s going to be a piece of crap”. If my protective and romantic heart could have just listened to her. There are so many things wrong with this tub there are too many to list. Let’s just say my daughter would have had better use for $50 worth of scratch tickets than this thing.

 I think the very best part of this whirlpool bath was just before pulling it out of the box. I can still recall being excited about owning this for our baby. 30 seconds after removing the tub from the box all that excitement goes away. Frankly my grandmother’s old foot bath thing would have been better made than this. On a scale from fudge to fantastic I give it fudge minus.

 So, if you will enjoy the thought of giving your baby the experience of whirlpool bathing but don’t really want to enjoy the experience at all.  Then by all means waste your money on this Summer whirlpool bubbling spa and shower. 

Faithfully yours,

the Daddy adjustment

Watching “Up all night” and 5 AM

This photo was taken by my wife yesterday morning.  It is the first time I have posted a real pic of her.Given that she looks so darn cute here, I thought it was time to show you the little girl running my life now.  Which brings me to about 4 hours prior to this photo being captured, Sunday morning at 5:17AM. 

When will my baby know that it is Sunday?  “Sweetheart daddy’s love to sleep past 5:30 once a week” don’t you know this?  No she could care less.  Playing and having fun only to fall asleep again just about the time I finish the mornings coffee.  But when you wake up to this little girl, it’s easy really. 

Unless you spent your Saturday evening as we did watching all the episodes of Up all Night we have missed in the past month.  Again DVR’s rule for new parents.  See my story “hooray for my DVR”.  In fact how the heck did I watch TV before one.  Who has time for all those comercials anyway?  If you have never seen this show, and have recently become a parent watch this program.  Trust me you will laugh out loud!  My wife and I didn’t plan on staying up as late as we did. But beer and good times got the best of us.  By week’s end I find that I can really use a good laugh and this show never disappoints.  Just try to get to bed before 1 AM as 5 comes early on Sunday!

Prune juice & diaper review

 

Our daughter is going through her first experience of real constipation. For the last 3 of 6 days she has been very upset and in obvious pain.  2 nights ago we ended up in her Dr. office at 8PM sent home with a prescription of 1 Oz. of prune juice twice a day. Prune juice you say?  That’s the remedy for the Texas Chain Saw Massacre tummy screams ok.  We have only given her Mommies milk and formula to this point so the thought of her first real food experience being prune juice was less than thrilling for us. 

Will she go through life with an aversion to trying anything new?  Look I apologize if you love this stuff. I myself find it less than refreshing, and downright horrible.  Really when was the last time you heard anyone order a prune juice and vodka?  Or how about a nice prune juice ice cream cone on a steamy summer evening.  In fact unless your shopping at a store frequented by the over 70 crowd it’s kind of hard to find.  When you do find it, you realize it only comes in  a huge size, as if the makers know if they sold it in 12 oz bottles they would never sell it again to that consumer. 

What’s the deal with the prune juice rant?  It’s a nice leader into the next part of this story “diaper reviews”.  

Being that I am 40 years old and can’t remember the last time I crapped my own pants.  I didn’t feel like I had enough real life experience till now to comment.  Well there was that time in 6th grade when my Uncle Dave took me to our version to the state fair. The Big E. I rember going into the house of mirrors.  It was on a cool autumn evening that I made my own version of a wetness indicator in my new for school brown corduroy’s it is, hard to look cool and adult when the warmth of your own preteen urine has turned cold and raw.   Anyway I digress. 

We have tried to date.  Kirkland brand from Costco, the BJ’s equivalent, Huggies, and Pampers Swaddlers.  Here is my list from least to most favorite:

4. BJ’s

3. Kirkland

2. Huggies

1. Pampers Swaddlers* 

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The BJ’s brand works adequately, but honestly our least favorite.  Kirkland does a better job.  However I have heard that they work best for babies with chunky legs, so they work well for our little girl.

A considerable step up is the Huggies brand.  They are more of a premium diaper and perform well even under the messiest of circumstances. You will however notice the price difference.  And then there are Pampers Swaddelers.  (que sunbeam breaking through clouds, and an audio of a heavenly sounding “AHHH”)  These by far are the best ones I have been able to find.  No wonder they give them away at hospitals.  Wasn’t there a commercial in the 80’s like that? “First give it to them for free, the ones that come back, start charging”. First off they have a wetness indicator that I lovingly refer to as the fruit stripe.  Second they have baby Sesame Street characters on the front. Not just to amuse mom and dad, but it helps tell the difference between the front and the back.. A quality that the BJ’s one did NOT have.  They are an excellent fit and haven’t let me down in the leak department.  In my experience they are the priciest of the bunch but well worth it. 

So if you told me back on that cool autumn evening at the fair.  One day I would be prying for a prune juice propelled poop. I would have wet my pants in anticipation.  Who knew the house of mirrors would end up being a looking glass into my future. 

Thanks for reading and as always “Have Fun!   

D.A.

Spring to summer in no time flat

 It’s April 22nd and it’s full on spring here in southern New England.  Frankly it might as well be summer.  Last week we had a week of 95 degrees plus.  Now everything in my yard is blooming.  We have lilacs that usually don’t bloom till the end of May in full bloom.  We have maple trees that have full dark green leaves.  To look at it you would swear it was mid-June on my street.   Come to think of it we have had the strangest weather in the months my wife was carrying our unborn baby.

 First was the crazy tornado that hit our area pretty hard on June 1st.  It completely devastated parts of our state.  Then there was the Hurricane, which admittedly was not that bad for us.  However our neighbor’s to the north were not as lucky.   The mountain mudslides turned roads and bridges to nothing but mere rubble.   Whole towns cut away from the rest of the world, forced to fend and care for themselves.

 Then we had an earthquake, an earthquake in New England!  We do have them from time to time but they are small.  My friend from LA laughed at me when I told him we had an earthquake.  It was a 5 on the scale and to him, that didn’t count.  I could understand it was more fun than scary.

 Then the storm that had the most impact on us the October surprise blizzard which knocked out power for us for a week. No gas, no heat, no fun with a pregnant wife.  Don’t worry, the Daddy to be moved quickly into action on day 2 had a generator with fuel running by night fall.  We were just fine.

 Which brings me back to these lilacs blooming without concern of date.  They seem ignorant to the fact they have been permanently scared by the storm. They grow with a bent over style that contains so much vigor I can hardly believe it.  I guess things change, and life moves on regardless of the circumstances.   We are all stronger than we think.  When you feel overwhelmed and it feels like” this moment will last forever”.  Just relax, as nature teaches us we just have to wait a little while.