The Bodacious Belgrade Blog

November 21, 2008

First Day At Home. Stumbling Bumbling and Fumbling.

Filed under: Uncategorized — bunitingi @ 10:07 pm
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The day passes like a dream.

I feel like i’m living someone else’s life. Maja and i shuffle through an endless succession of baby oriented activities.

Wake, munch on titty, return to sleep, cry through diaper change, listen to daddy song and calm down, lay with mama, want more titty or go back to sleep. In between i wash various bits of laundry since everything needs to be clean, run to store to get the million things we forgot about.

Take moment to sit down and realize i have absolutely no idea what i’m doing and how i’m going to keep this up for the next 18 years. When did i get the idea that i was competent enough to raise a baby?

Maja is a vision of nurturing smoothness. She coos and cares for the little one, which is impressive considering the astonishing amount of post delivery pains and annoyances she has to deal with.

Is this me? What is this baby doing here?

First diaper change: Bumbling idiocy. Second change, more of same.

Not sure what we do from here other then the titty/sleep/diaper, amuse during the 10 minutes he’s actually awake every few hours. It’s so very, very strange.

I did 2 strange reactions where it was commented that my singing to the baby to calm him all the time will spoil him. Which just pisses me off.

And lastly, i just want to mention that in a few minutes Maja and i are sitting down to drink a proper glass of very nice wine together, a moment we have only dreamed about for some time.

I cannot believe we made it to the end and to the beginning. It seems a lifetime ago i was in NY trying to get a chance to do it with my wife and make this occur. 9 months later, a lifetime i’m telling you, i’m living in a foreign country with a brand new baby boy and life is such a different creature it’s astonishing.

While i’m sure most of you are babied out, sadly there are a few folks who actually want more photos. Hell if you’re even still reading this blog, which has gone from a fun lovin’ romp through pop culture to all-baby, all the time, you’re probably not allergic to ooey-gooey-ness. So here’s some more of it.

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6 Comments »

  1. Uhh…those people you speak of, talking about spoiling the baby? Put them up close to this screen. Can you see clearly? Okay:

    FUCK OFF.

    Okay, now this is for Paul:

    The only certain things in the universe are death, taxes, and people telling you how to raise your kid.

    Infants are incapable of being spoiled. They need as much love and reassurance as you can give them. They are incapable of guile. When they tell you they need something, they are not messing with your head, they actually need it. Sing to the little bugger if he likes it.

    See, now I’ve just told you how to raise your kid. The sea changes color, but the sea does not change. So says Stevie Nicks.

    Comment by matthew — November 21, 2008 @ 11:25 pm | Reply

  2. Oh, and you don’t keep this up for 18 years. Infancy is one set of activities, toddler years another, elementary school yet another, and teenagerhood another thing altogether. I’ve only done the first two, but they are very different, and just when you master one, it’s time to switch to the next step.

    For instance, you don’t have to worry about your little fellow walking in while certain…things are going on in the adults’ bedroom. He pretty much stays where you put him at this point. That changes, as do many things over time.

    One day he’ll be able to beat you at video games. Freaky.

    Comment by matthew — November 21, 2008 @ 11:33 pm | Reply

  3. My entire diaper changing routine is built around depending on him not being able to roll over and go anywhere. I don’t know what i’m gonna do when he figures out the roll over thing.

    Maja looked forward to the toddler-early child phase most of all back when this was still a cencept and not a 24 hour a day reality, and i think about 3-7 may be my vision of my favorite time also. Not to belittle the little one here, who is the apple of my eye, but a little more interactive ability on his part will be nice. (“I WANT!….. la la la quiet…… I WANT….. la la la quiet…. I WA…. hmm…. can’t decide… maybe…. quie…. no… I WANT!”)

    Comment by bunitingi — November 23, 2008 @ 2:41 pm | Reply

  4. An infant is a black hole of need. You don’t see all the rewards until toddlerhood, when their love for you is expressed in more explicit ways. This of course is coupled with the development of guile and individual opinion. Always a yin for the yang.

    Comment by matthew — November 23, 2008 @ 3:38 pm | Reply

  5. Oh, when they roll over? You do the Dance of Diapers. You use wrestling moves to pin them (Yes, I HAVE used my legs to pin him on the floor!). Gently, but firmly. Also, elbows, forearms, chins, and foreheads can be used if needed.

    Improvise, improvise, and study rodeo steer-wrestling, maybe. You’ll do fine.

    Comment by emjaybee — November 23, 2008 @ 4:38 pm | Reply

  6. I for one am not babied out. MORE BABY!! more baby pics!!! woohhooooo. I love it.

    Comment by Lucia — November 24, 2008 @ 12:07 am | Reply


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