Thursday, October 21, 2010

Chip Off the Old Blog


Being new to this whole blogging thing, it didn’t occur to me that posting a feature length discussion on my big toe might not be the best way to gain an audience.  I realize now that in order to build a following, I have to give the people what they want.  But since I can’t write about Jell-O every week, I’ve decided to go with the next best thing…Eli!

Over the past 18 months, my son Eli has changed me almost as much as I’ve changed him…only in my case, there was much less poop. You see, I was never a baby person. I liked kids, but babies weren’t my thing. I wasn’t one to want to hold them or tickle them or blow raspberries on their bellies.  And I certainly didn’t want to watch videos or look at pictures of them. But now when I see a baby, I need to get my fix. I’m respectful of boundaries of course (unlike most of the population, where complete strangers feel free to glom onto any baby in their path) but I am definitely much more interested in them than I used to be.

And I’m much more interested in my own than I thought I’d be.  During her pregnancy, I’d “joke” with my wife that if she took care of the baby for the first four years, I’d deal with it for the rest of its life.  I also worked out agreements where I would never have to change a diaper, clean up puke, or get up in the middle of the night, so long as she was around to do it.  I was even granted naming rights.  I confess, I took advantage of the fact that Sarah was much more intent on having a baby than I was, and used that to work out sweet deals for myself. Surprisingly, she agreed to all my demands, and I’m proud to say that since the baby was born, she has not honored a single one!

Okay, I was swindled. They say there’s a sucker born every minute, only I’ve been a sucker since the minute he was born. Not that I’m complaining, or keeping score (but if I was, let the record show that I’ve changed 73.4% of his diapers, cleaned up 95% of his puke, and given him 2% of his baths – the one job I really don’t like and have somehow managed to avoid. That and cutting his nails. Never gonna do it) But not only do I change his diapers, I’m a dork about it. We sing Bon Jovi songs: “I’ll diaper you. I’ll wipe your poo. I’ll do anything, I’ll powder you. You know it’s true, baby I’ll diaper yooooo!”  Then I kiss his belly, tickle his chin, and pretend his feet are stinky.  Like I said, total dork.

It doesn’t hurt that he’s so freakin’ cute. But I honesty don’t mind doing it.  And while I certainly don’t love getting up in the middle of the night, I love him, so that make’s it all right. Not that he wakes up all that often, good baby that he is.  He must take after his mother, who also doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night, and hence never seems to hear him crying.  I'll look over at her, soundly sleeping, thinking, “We had a deal…” but then remember the ordeal she went through to bring him into this world, and dutifully climb the stairs to soothe him back to sleep. 

Sure, there are times I want to slap people when they say, “Aww, I bet you can’t even remember what life was like before him…” I'm like, “HELL YES I DO! I remember it quite fondly as a matter of fact.”  But to tell you the truth, I don’t really want to go back to being that guy…well, maybe for an hour or two. Three, tops.  Just so long as when I return, Eli is still there giggling and smiling at me. Hopefully fresh from the bath with his fingernails trimmed.

11 comments:

  1. I'll glom on to that baby any chance I get!!!!!

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  2. Patty, did not mean to imply family (going to go back and edit right now) - YOU have full glomming rights

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  3. Mike you are an awesome dad. I am sure you said what alot of "future " or "new" father s are all thinking. You have realized what a blessign Eli is. Cherish each moment..take lots of pictures (which you do). He will love you no matter what! Keep it up! (am very jealous ;-).. never became a mom)

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  4. Really amazing............

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  5. I knew that Mike you were referring to....the Mike before Eli. But I knew something you didn't. What an amazing dad you would be.And I was right (as usual) In you I saw something very special, and I knew there was a star up in the sky waiting to fall into the Wood's arms, it took some doing but man what a star that was picked for you. If Eli grows up to have even just half of the qualities his dad has...one can only imagine the person Eli will be... Enough mushy stuff but truly sincere..I love the blog and will follow along. Give Sara my best.
    Ann Marie Levesque

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  6. Aw, what a little schmoopy face! I wuv him. Great post!
    So, did you eat all the fudge, fatty?

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  7. Nice job Mike, Keep up the good work !
    Looking forward to the next post.
    Jake

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  8. Susan, thank you! You are always so supportive of me and everyone - just goes to show you don't need a kid to be a mother!

    Ann Marie, you're gonna make me cry! While reading your comment, I totally thought it was my wife right up until the end

    Jake(if that IS your real name!) thanks - I know you're a busy Cookie Monster

    Christine, bite me

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  9. It is amazing how much children change who we are forever. I have heard so many people say "you don't really know true love until you've had your own child." This couldn't be more true. I find myself saying the same thing.

    And, I LOOOVED giving my kiddos a bath. Cleaning up the puke, on the other hand, not so much.

    ~R

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