The second one is almost as funny...you're on the way home thinking...aww...I got dis...all old hat....except you never changed a blowout with a 2 YO trying to get a knife out of the kitchen drawer.
You feel pretty dumb about day 3 or 4.
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The second one is almost as funny...you're on the way home thinking...aww...I got dis...all old hat....except you never changed a blowout with a 2 YO trying to get a knife out of the kitchen drawer.
You feel pretty dumb about day 3 or 4.
I was spinning my kid around on my shoulders last week - didn't realize I was that close to the column in our basement.
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Poor kid. Those forehead bumps get huge, dont they? My son had a similar one a couple of christmases ago. They make you freak out.
There is a home movie of my sister and me when she was 4 and I was about 1 in the back yard playing in a kiddy pool. She was attempting to dunk or drown me, not really sure. Did either parent attempt to stop it? Nah, just keep the film rolling and keep laughing. Good times....
My wife's father would drink a beer almost to the end and then tell her to "finish this and get me another one."
They took her to a wedding, where she tried to finish the drinks of people who were dancing. I hear she finished quite a few before her parents discovered what was up.
They took her to a wedding, where she tried to finish the drinks of people who were dancing. I hear she finished quite a few before her parents discovered what was up.
In the hospital:
1st child - we did everything for her and nurses would stop in to see how we were doing.
2nd child - we did most of the stuff for during the day, but sent her to the nursery at night.
3rd child - we would walk by and wave at him in the nursery. Had to take advantage of the expensive babysitting we were already paying for.
1st child - we did everything for her and nurses would stop in to see how we were doing.
2nd child - we did most of the stuff for during the day, but sent her to the nursery at night.
3rd child - we would walk by and wave at him in the nursery. Had to take advantage of the expensive babysitting we were already paying for.
My tree would drive you out of your gourd...it has every color & texture available, plus all of the ornaments the kids ever made/gave us...including a 7 link red/green construction paper "chain garland" (seven links because he got bored...)
I'll never forget this as my "welcome to fatherhood" moment. Our daughter was maybe a few months old. My wife had just gotten of maternity leave and it was one of the first time I had been charged with taking care of the little one alone. She starts crying wanting a bottle so I go and open the freezer to start warming up a bottle for her. I open the freezer, turn around to put the bottle in the bottle warmer and turn back around and the freezer door has remained open and clobbers her little head. To stop her crying I try to hurry and the get bottle ready and put on a nipple made for a much older kid. As I try to feed her the bottle I completely soak her face in warm milk.
Immediately after I called my wife and begged her to come home. If Three Stooges had a parenting episode, this would have been how it looked.
Immediately after I called my wife and begged her to come home. If Three Stooges had a parenting episode, this would have been how it looked.
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You get big points from me for not saying you were "babysitting" your own child.
I'm getting twitchy just imagining it. :wink: I have a thing about order. Any areas I can control are very, very organized and look "just so." I've had to confine my areas some since getting married and again having a child. Now I just pray to get to pee by myself.
HUGE pet peeve of mine.
At my 4th birthday party we had a kiddie pool and I was 'swimming' around in it when the neighbor kid comes running in and cannonballs right on top of me. It knocked the wind out of me so I immediately gasped under water and inhaled a bunch of it. Apparently my mom saw this or something and runs and picks my unconscious body up and starts freaking out. My dad is nearby grilling and having a beer and doesn't notice any of this commotion. The story goes that my Mom carried me over to my Dad and tried to hand me off so she could go call 911. My Dad fumbled the hand off and dropped me square on my back which caused me to cough up the water and start breathing again. Thanks Dad!
