My wife asked me to do a Lil blip about my first fathers day, and I know long ago I posted my last post, but apparently the blog world had a different plan for me, so bear with.
June 19th, first fathers day, o what a day. Slept in till 1, pm mind you, thanks to Kiley's mother. Day was off to a good start, not that waking up a 6am, to the lil beauty I created, isn't a joy every single day. Though Kelly might have an argument of me and 6am wake-ups, but we all know she is a little particular, 6am...9am, whatever its all before noon. But it was a glorious day for us fathers, slept in ( of which I was awoke by a beauty sporting her TCU game day gear, yes everyday is GD), kicked it at the museum ( ft. Worth champions exhibit: from underdogs to horned frogs), and then I prolly got drunk. All in all the best fathers day I have ever had, wife went above and beyond, as did Kiley and Lady.
Couple random tidbits, so there is always those stories that a car soothes a crying baby. And how the dad makes a lil cocktail and cruises around putting that crying baby to sleep, and enjoying his alone time with booze and baby. Maybe I am just simple or lazy, but pop the proper amount of coors light before bed and you will never hear a crying baby that you have to go drive around. Granted my wife might not agree, but let that not deter you, it works, as far as I know Kiley is the perfect baby and sleeps throughout the night, thank you Rocky Mountains.
Also, I think hypochondria is hereditary. If Kiley could talk she'd be explaining some illness she feels she has that is not uncommon in newborns. She gets it from her mama. Kelly is a hypochondriac, her one claim against this is some time she felt bad and I didn't listen. Long story but ended up in ER with a validated woman and an epi pen, but such hard evidence and 2nd opinions might deter the average man, but her cry for doctors or ER's still fall on deaf ears. Back to the hereditary part, Kiley goes outside, a little sun in eyes, straight yelping and balling. If she could talk she would say give me an epi pen mom I'm allergic to the sun. And she would comply, because I think they feed off each other, like who could be fake allergic to more shit. Dad is not allergic to that Rocky Mountain brew and that's what gets him through his family quoting WebMD.
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Thank you for your return to the blogging world. Kelly is right, we have not had enough of your witty comments.
ReplyDeleteMy husband follows the same rule of drinking a few beers and you sleep tight.