Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Daddyhood: The Unexpected Journey



We are a little over 5 months into this whole fatherhood journey.  There are many things the books, blogs, and people did not warn me about.  I mean when we found out we were having girls there was the normal “uh oh you are going to have your hands full”  or the "oh man what are you going to do when the boys start coming?" First of all, yes our hands are full. Second of all,  I can truthfully say that my little angels are not allowed to date until they’re married. . .Yeah ok, Meg prolly won't allow that. But back to my original point about some things that I was not prepared for when the girls arrived.  “The Triple P” as I’d like to call it: pee, puke, and poop. Yes, girls do all of these things...who knew? ;-)
            No one, I mean no one informed this clueless father that he should be prepared for pee attacks while changing diapers. I have always heard of the horror stories of little boys but, come on!  I am truly worried anytime I am changing diapers or even taking them to the bathtub.  I can say that I have yet to be peed on.  I have flirted with disaster a couple of times.  Meghan on the other hand has not been so lucky.  Ava has a track record for peeing on Mommy!!! (haha)
            The other night I was feeding Ella and she had just finished her bottle so I was burping her like a good Father! J  Little did I know Ella was not going to make this easy for me.  She looked me straight in the eyes, like she was staring into my soul; she smiled, and then proceeded to vomit on my face and neck.  When that happened I was frozen with fear and straight up dumbfounded.  When she puked on Meghan I thought it was hilarious.  When the shoe is on the other foot,  not so funny. . . Thankfully my wife is forgiving and kind. She came over without even laughing at me and took Ella so I could go clean up. (The reason you have partners…when bodily functions go rogue, you need a buddy system!)
            Another bodily function I was not prepared for was the ungodly smell that emits from my perfect angels diapers when they release the demons. (So to speak) Meghan thinks this is funny but, when I take the girls in to change poopy diapers the girls and I have conversations guessing how many wipes it will take to clean their tushy. So far the record is 5 wipes, and let me tell you my brother in law Kevin and myself have gagged from the smell many times.

            I apologize that this is not an endearing and lovey dovey post like my first one but, hey everyone needs good bodily function story every now and then! All joking aside, I've learned a lot about being a Dad already, the good, the bad, and the ugly. It's all part of this crazy ride we are on, and we are loving' it! 


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