While Katy attended a couple events for work last night, I was excited for some man time with Miles. I guess I was the only one...
After Miles and I got home from daycare, I started to feed him. Although he initially took the bottle, about a minute or so into it he all of a sudden burst into tears, looked at me and wailed something that sounded exactly like, "Ma! Ma!"
The initial shock of hearing my son speak, what were perhaps his first words, quickly eroded into slightly hurt feelings. Come on man; I know I'm a poor man's Ma! Ma!, but the bottle's full of breast milk and you know I can put on a hell of a puppet show...(or is the kid giving me courtesy giggles...hmm...)
"Miles," I said, and continued, "mama's not here, you're just hangin' with your papa..."
At that point, with a beet-red head, he turned away from me and shouted, "Ma! Ma!"
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Miles turns 100
Miles is 100 (days old) today. That’s 14 weeks and two days… Or, about 3 ½ months… Or, about 2,400 hours and counting…
Before Parenting (BP), I always laughed at people who tracked the age of their children by weeks… Or, even worse, days…
Proud papa is guilty as charged.
Here are a couple recent shots:
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Kyra: New Master of the Team Tepley Universe
I was upstairs with Miles on Sunday morning when a shrill scream came from the main level.
“Ahh! Eww…. Oh yuck…. Honey!!,” Katy shouted.
From past experience, I assumed there was some really gross bug scurrying across the kitchen floor. Deep down I relish opportunities like this, as they allow me to put on my big boy pants.
Feeling manly as I grabbed Miles to head downstairs and save the day, she continued, “Kyra is chasing a mouse! There is a big, ugly mouse in our house!”
A mouse! The mere thought sent shivers down my spine. I’m happy to swoop in and handle a bug of any size, but a mouse has fur, and a tail, and eyes… My big boy pants turned into a skirt as the horror of sequestering this rodent over took me. (On a side note, all fingers are crossed that this not the start of a terrible new trend.)
As I quivered in the corner trying desperately to find some semblance of manliness, Katy went on to say, “well, Kyra is hunting it down, maybe she’ll handle the situation for us…”
‘Oh yea,’ I thought to myself, ‘the cat that sleeps in hiding 25 hours* a day is going to do something noble…’ As I tried to grow a pair and finally entered the living room, where the mouse was last seen, I was shocked to see Kyra standing triumphantly by her “taken care of” hunt.
Kyra: 1; Mice: 0; Troy: -50,000,000
After I mustered up a clean-up effort, well-deserved congratulations were showered upon our new hero, Kyra.
After she patrolled the main floor one last time, she gave me a look that read, “Now that’s how you take care of business. I’ll be upstairs napping if you need me, Sally.”
*Kyra could not be found for a photograph
“Ahh! Eww…. Oh yuck…. Honey!!,” Katy shouted.
From past experience, I assumed there was some really gross bug scurrying across the kitchen floor. Deep down I relish opportunities like this, as they allow me to put on my big boy pants.
Feeling manly as I grabbed Miles to head downstairs and save the day, she continued, “Kyra is chasing a mouse! There is a big, ugly mouse in our house!”
A mouse! The mere thought sent shivers down my spine. I’m happy to swoop in and handle a bug of any size, but a mouse has fur, and a tail, and eyes… My big boy pants turned into a skirt as the horror of sequestering this rodent over took me. (On a side note, all fingers are crossed that this not the start of a terrible new trend.)
As I quivered in the corner trying desperately to find some semblance of manliness, Katy went on to say, “well, Kyra is hunting it down, maybe she’ll handle the situation for us…”
‘Oh yea,’ I thought to myself, ‘the cat that sleeps in hiding 25 hours* a day is going to do something noble…’ As I tried to grow a pair and finally entered the living room, where the mouse was last seen, I was shocked to see Kyra standing triumphantly by her “taken care of” hunt.
Kyra: 1; Mice: 0; Troy: -50,000,000
After I mustered up a clean-up effort, well-deserved congratulations were showered upon our new hero, Kyra.
After she patrolled the main floor one last time, she gave me a look that read, “Now that’s how you take care of business. I’ll be upstairs napping if you need me, Sally.”
*Kyra could not be found for a photograph
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
D-Day
Yesterday marked D-Day for Katy: The first day of daycare for Miles.
After looking long and hard for a good daycare provider at an affordable price, we finally found a center we’re currently enamored with merely six blocks from our house. Score.
Not only is it close, the center focuses on arts (hence the name Artisticrats), which is very cool.
My mind was at ease upon entering the place during our initial visit, as it’s practically a warm fuzzy factory.
But, as it goes for moms, as I’m beginning to discover, it wouldn’t matter if this place had a Mary Poppins per pupil. Katy, like every mom I've been talking to, dreaded this day for weeks.
I’m happy to report both Miles and mom made it through their first day apart. And, Katy only checked in on him once during the day….
After looking long and hard for a good daycare provider at an affordable price, we finally found a center we’re currently enamored with merely six blocks from our house. Score.
Not only is it close, the center focuses on arts (hence the name Artisticrats), which is very cool.
My mind was at ease upon entering the place during our initial visit, as it’s practically a warm fuzzy factory.
But, as it goes for moms, as I’m beginning to discover, it wouldn’t matter if this place had a Mary Poppins per pupil. Katy, like every mom I've been talking to, dreaded this day for weeks.
I’m happy to report both Miles and mom made it through their first day apart. And, Katy only checked in on him once during the day….
Sunday, January 4, 2009
The days of our lives...
It’s Sunday morning and I’m up with Miles. He was fussy earlier, but only because he’s teething.
Yea, lucky for him (and us) he’s teething considerably early as he just turned three months old yesterday. Great… But after a feeding and some Tylenol he was pretty content so I put him down.
As Miles was catching some Z’s in his swing I was reading the paper (Ahh... a nice, quiet Sunday morning).
Eventually he gurgled, which caused me to interrupt the article I was immersed in. As I stared at him - and his ever growing body – while he stretched and cooed (super cute…), I had one of those moments of shock, Katy and I are pretty sure every first time parent has: Holy sh*t; that’s my kid; I’m a responsible parent; he’s going to be with us for a long time; he’s going to grow up, have opinions, ideas, thoughts, growing pains….
If only there was a Tylenol for all the growing pains - for him and us - to come….
Yea, lucky for him (and us) he’s teething considerably early as he just turned three months old yesterday. Great… But after a feeding and some Tylenol he was pretty content so I put him down.
As Miles was catching some Z’s in his swing I was reading the paper (Ahh... a nice, quiet Sunday morning).
Eventually he gurgled, which caused me to interrupt the article I was immersed in. As I stared at him - and his ever growing body – while he stretched and cooed (super cute…), I had one of those moments of shock, Katy and I are pretty sure every first time parent has: Holy sh*t; that’s my kid; I’m a responsible parent; he’s going to be with us for a long time; he’s going to grow up, have opinions, ideas, thoughts, growing pains….
If only there was a Tylenol for all the growing pains - for him and us - to come….
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