I love my kids, I just hate parenting
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.
I was going to post about an apparent allergy my son may have. What with Tuesday’s post about his first fever, today’s allergy post would have made this “Sickness Week” on Dad and Buried.
Fortunately for anyone excited about that theme, this impromptu post fits right in. Because when my wife told me the news that inspired it, I nearly threw up.
The Social Security Administration released the list of 2010’s most popular baby names today. And the top two were clearly inspired by “Twilight.”
My boy had his first fever on Sunday. I figure that’s pretty good, nearly 8 months in and hasn’t been sick yet? Kid’s a fighter. Or so I thought, before this weekend, when he finally came down with a temperature.
Like many other firsts for a new parent, the first time your first child is sick can be a pretty harrowing experience. Having never gone through it before, MomandBuried and I were in full-on panic-mode.
I’ve posted before about the ramifications of my son growing up to be someone I can’t stand, and about the inconvenience of him preferring his mother to me. But I haven’t really delved into the bigger issue that comes with the question of who my son prefers, or, really, whether my son likes MomandBuried or me at all.
Does it even matter if my son likes me?
From a practical perspective, I’m inclined to think not.