Every new family must be going through this protracted 24/7 selfless servitude in order to give their infant the comfort and security needed to grow and prosper (a burden never shared with prospective parents as to ensure propagation of the species). So therein lies the question, "are you riding?"
A deal has been brokered where Sunday mornings are mine to do the Bicycle Place 8:30 Ride and shift my agony to that of a weekend warrior unwilling to admit that his form is gone, muscle tone withered away with 3am feedings, mental acuity blunted by repetitious high-pitched babble (My own: "Who Hungie? My cutie Wootie? My CutieWootieSmootchyDoody, etc.) and energy stores diminished by cold meals forgotten after impetuous demands by our darling 20 inch tyrant.
But I'll take it.
Others have spawned before me and more are even likely to follow. They are right to say that nothing compare to this experience, SO even if I'm not now riding the Rockies, spinning through Sicily or pulling to Poolesville, I'll still be getting out enough and fathering enough to ask the inevitable question...
Who's With Me?
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Dream So Real II
In a dream I was holding a tiny baby as foreign as could be, but then he slipped from my grip and scurried away before my sandbag hands could react.
In reality this little baby is my own, even though he looks a lot like my father-in-law. Just makes me love him all the more... So he arrived 8 weeks ago, 3-1/2 weeks early, hence my scarcity scaling slopes of Sugarloaf, spinning the shores of Seagull or the steep Civil War Century. Parenthood is like taking that on every day. No, he doesn't bolt out of my hands, but he is growing before our eyes and the experience makes me feel both older and younger while igniting a fire of love I never knew was within me, even after calibrating my Power Tap.
His middle name is after my Dad who passed away 3 months to the day before his birth.
His resting heart rate is phenomenal, in the 130's! plus he can rev it up over 220 bpm when angry, like when Dad gets the old and new Pampers stuck together. His climbing weight is optimal, just over 8 lbs at last check, but he seems to be on the Kirstie Alley diet.
http://deceiver.com/2008/02/15/jenny-craig-fires-kirstie-alley-for-getting-fat-again/
We know this little guy will not be a giant, but he has already demonstrated a vigorous will and charismatic charm.
He had us at "Wh-ah, Wh-Ah, Wh-AH, WH-AH, WH-AAAAAAH!"
In reality this little baby is my own, even though he looks a lot like my father-in-law. Just makes me love him all the more... So he arrived 8 weeks ago, 3-1/2 weeks early, hence my scarcity scaling slopes of Sugarloaf, spinning the shores of Seagull or the steep Civil War Century. Parenthood is like taking that on every day. No, he doesn't bolt out of my hands, but he is growing before our eyes and the experience makes me feel both older and younger while igniting a fire of love I never knew was within me, even after calibrating my Power Tap.
His middle name is after my Dad who passed away 3 months to the day before his birth.
His resting heart rate is phenomenal, in the 130's! plus he can rev it up over 220 bpm when angry, like when Dad gets the old and new Pampers stuck together. His climbing weight is optimal, just over 8 lbs at last check, but he seems to be on the Kirstie Alley diet.
http://deceiver.com/2008/02/15/jenny-craig-fires-kirstie-alley-for-getting-fat-again/
We know this little guy will not be a giant, but he has already demonstrated a vigorous will and charismatic charm.
He had us at "Wh-ah, Wh-Ah, Wh-AH, WH-AH, WH-AAAAAAH!"
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