I love my kids, I just hate parenting
My son has been giving me the creeps: I’m starting to think that he sees dead people.
Even worse, if he has anything else in common with Haley Joel Osment, he is going to be UGLY AS SIN when he hits puberty.
Quick follow-up on Friday’s post about the summer heat.
Last night we installed the window units in our apartment – it was muggy as hell and with the little guy having sweated a fair amount the night before, we didn’t want to take any chances. So I threw one in his window and turned it on.
Then came hours of worrying. Was it too cold? Is he wearing enough? Is the filter clean? What if we just use the Fan setting? Will he be to hot? Can we set it to turn off automatically?
We did it.
More honestly: He did it.
If you’re wondering where I’ve been for the past two weeks, here it is: we flew overseas and back. With our 8-month-old. And despite the many misgivings of friends and family, not to mention the stunned looks of fellow passengers and other people we met on our travels, we lived to tell about it. All three of us!
We leave for a trip in two days. With my baby. I don’t know why either.
My son is going to hit the eight-month mark while we’re on vacation in Ireland. I’m pretty nervous about my son’s first plane ride. Nervous and scared. Mostly that another passenger will get so pissed about my unruly child that he’ll yell at my wife and things will get physical. You know, valid concerns.
We’ve gotten some tips for flying with a baby, things like: try Benadryl, and bring a new toy to distract and confuse him with its newness, distribute pre-emptive goody bags, etc. And we may or may not try these. But there’s one thing we’ve been trying already – conditioning my son for what he’s about to experience, in order to make it easier on both him and ourselves.
I wrote a list about how to train your baby – for vacation and for life.
Last weekend, Mom and Buried and I took our son to swim lessons.
Yes, he is learning how to swim at only 7 months old. Although “learning” is a bit misleading. More like DOMINATING.
At first it was a little weird to be bringing an infant into a public pool, especially when the woman in charge of the class made everyone start singing. Even MORE especially when I threw my son into the pool before realizing that’s not the best way to teach him how to swim.
At least now I know he’s not a witch.