The Fatherhood Conundrum

One of the unresolvable conflicts associated with being a dad is the one that pits a desire to spend every waking (and, frankly, even sleeping) moment with the little girl against the desire to make sure she never has to worry about the economics of growing up in a sometimes cruel world. My dad introduced me to this conundrum through years of hard work and planning that catapulted me into my future as an adult.

Perhaps it isn't really a conundrum. For it to be a conundrum, there would have to be competing alternatives. The alternative that I daydream about involves the three of us being together all the time. I'm pretty sure that alternative can't compete with reality.

And so, I've taken a few minutes out of a pretty busy day to write this from my phone. On days like this, I have my daydreams...I also have the pictures that Rhoda often sends me throughout the day from back on the ranch.

This post contains a few of my favorites.

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More!

You wanted more, we got more. Enjoy.

It's been awhile

I have every intention of maintaining this blog routinely and for the foreseeable future, but I cannot guarantee any particular frequency.  It turns out that caring for an infant (and I suspect raising a child in general) can consume a fair amount of time...turns out it can be resource-consuming as well; the main resource in question being, of course, energy.

Who'd've thought?

We went to the pediatrician yesterday for the first round of sanctioned torture (vaccinations).  It was as advertised.  I do not have words for the intensity with which Rye responded to the shots...let's try this:  it was #@&$ing LOUD AS %!@*!!!  I did not take pictures of it.

In order to try to forget it, I have made this video of Rye "dancing" in her crib.  Enjoy.

And, yes...I'm turning into one of "those parents."  I have video footage of the little girl sleeping.

You Would Never Know

You would never know it took four hours with a photographer, two nursing sessions, a rattle, a warm blanket and several hours of crying to get these photographs...

Bathtime Redemption

Some of you may remember how unimpressed Rye initially was with the idea of a dirt and stink-free existence.  I guess I might feel the same way if I had to shower in the kitchen sink.  At any rate...I think we got it dialed in:

Rye's First Movie Night

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A Reality Check from Grandma

Grandma E sent us an email today with a couple of photos of the little girl...one taken shortly after we brought her home (Grandma E has like 400 to choose from...I'd insert one of those winky smiley face emoticon dealies here if I was into that sort of thing) and one that was taken (probably by a proud uncle on his iphone...there is also no shortage of these) about a week ago.

The point of the email was one that we've talked about several times and one you hear over and over again from parents with kids of all ages: they grow up so fast.

I know I'm not seasoned enough to be lamenting with those parents who are getting ready to see their kids off to college again after christmas break, but wow. I already need this to slow down.

See photos for reality check.

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