Three months, and what do I have to show for it?

So, the Little Girl is now a quarter of a year old, and I've been delinquent in my posting. Not because this is going horribly wrong, but perhaps because it's going so well. Sure, the zone defence is taking some getting used to, but we managed to take a two week vacation to a cottage and everybody came back well rested, one of us learned how to ride a two-wheeler, and another became a master body-boarder. Pictures to follow, naturally.

But to the Girl. Because really, when a Daddyblogger creates another progeny, let's face it: people want to see the train wreck. They want to hear about the sleepless nights, the up-to-your-elbows-in-poop (okay, maybe they don't want to see that as much as just hear about it), the zombie-esque trip to work every day, and all the other things that make them feel like Wonderful Parents Who Are Doing Just Fine.

Folks, I'm here to tell you: It's not that bad.

I had a hard time imagining myself (or even recognizing myself) as a Dad of Three. Since I met The Lovely Wife, I was pretty sure we only wanted two. Then two came along, and after a brief four-year recovery from He Who Shall Not Sleep*, we started into negotiations again about it. She promised to do her part overnight and let me sleep a little more, providing the kid slept a reasonable amount, and was extremely keen (not like that, you sickos) on the idea of the big family. Hey, three is big. I come from a family of two kids, and so does she. So do each of our parents. You can see why I implicitly was expecting to be done after two.

But she sleeps.

Thank your preferred deity: SHE SLEEPS!

Most mornings, she wakes up and coos and babbles to herself quietly and happily until I come in and retrieve her from her crib. And all we have to do is stay up a little later at night and get in the late-night (okay, 11PM) Sneaky Feed and she's good to go for the next 7 or 8 hours.

And so the biggest challenges in our life these days (besides our diminished family income) is getting the troops rounded up in time to make it to tennis/soccer/swimming, and the added guilt of me not being there to take the load off The Lovely Wife enough, or get home fast enough from work. To be clear, the guilt is completely self imposed, and not at all being dished out from TLW.

This, of course, will change two times in the next four months as the school year starts up and the eldest becomes a grade-One-er, his little brother goes back to daycare three days a week, and TLW gets some quality time with her girl. And it'll change when, in the new year, I become the Stay At Home Dad. You read that right, I'm taking the plunge. Going over the foxhole wall and facing both winter and family head-on. God help us all.

But before any of that happens, there's a fantastic summer and fall to enjoy. And the ever-changing family adventure goes on...

A shot from the inside of the cottage, with all family members smiling. I know, a rarity.
Family at the Cottage

Beach floaties make excellent pillows.
On the Beach

The two ladies in my life:
Meg and Stella on Beach

I grew a beard. Blame it on the vacation. It lasted one day past vacation, just so that the people at work could mock me a little. There were not so silent cheers at home when I shaved again.
I Grew A beard

a quickr pickr post

*We read Harry Potter with the eldest while on vacation. I hope this is another tradition we keep into the future, unless of course he reads the next four books before next summer.

Posted bythemikestand at 10:06 AM  

7 stepped up to the mike:

Ian - TKOS said... 10:22 AM, August 16, 2010  

Too bad you got rid of that beard. Glad the family thing is working though.

Steph said... 10:48 AM, August 16, 2010  

I'm sorry, was there a blog post here? I was too busy grinning at that adorable baby to notice.

chRistine said... 8:49 PM, August 16, 2010  

very good looking family - and nice to read a contented post :) well done!

Anonymous said... 1:31 AM, August 17, 2010  

For a moment (half hour) I was thinking 'TLW' stood for 'The Little One.' Then, brilliantly, I realized this would have made her 'The Little Won.' That's how my mind works after (and before) midnight - mostly just using the two remaining neurons .... "POP" .... or even just the one.

Sorry to be a near no-show at the cottage. No excuses. Great Blog, Mike. I must tune in much more often.

-The Anonymous REALTOR

Wilma said... 4:07 AM, August 17, 2010  

You all look happy and content. I like it :) Cherish each other.

Love from Africa

bethany actually said... 4:32 PM, August 17, 2010  

I'm so happy to hear that Stella is being kind to her parents in the sleep department. That makes the baby days so much easier.

You two really do make ridiculously cute kids. :-)

sarah doow said... 1:11 PM, August 22, 2010  

Beach floaties, eh? Never heard them called that before...


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