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NOVEMBER 9, 2009 6:04PM

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What’s that face. Look. Look at his face. What’s that face he’s making. It looks like he’s in pain or has … ah. I bet it’s an ‘I’m gonna poop’ face, and I bet … yep, there he goes, he’s … yep, he’s pooping, that’s poop all right, smell that? That’s his poop so now we know that’s what that face was. That face was his poop face so when his brow furrows and his eyes cross a bit and he looks like he’s trying to figure out the answer to something, that’s how we’ll know that poop is on its way. Arriving on Track Now, as my dad used to …

Huh? Okay, I’ll get the diapers.

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We should defrost something, what do we have to defrost. Cassoulet? You want some cassoulet? There’s some crusty bread we could have with a big bowl of cass … or we … member that chicken thing we did? There’s tons of that left. That and a nice green salad on the side? So ... there’s an option to keep on the table, and we could also have a meal of ice cream, cause I just found a big thing of moose tra … oh, here. We could have that pot roast. Some pot roast in the freezer. Could have that and some roast vegetables and a few …

Chicken thing it is, then.

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Hey. When’d your boobs get so big like that. Where was I when this development occurred. Did you know they were gonna grow like that, cause where’d those things come from. Damn. Look at ‘em. Damn.

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Well, you know what, if he’s gonna pee on anyone, it might’s well be you. Least he got it on your jeans. Where it can … comingle with all the other pee that’s already there. You gotta lotta pee on your jeans, Stinkhead, lotta pee.

You want me to hold him, while you go dry his pee off your jeans? Now that I’m pretty sure he’s got no more pee to pee, I don’t mind holding him. Don’t mind holding him at …

No, I’m pretty sure that stain was there when you walked in. Pretty sure you walked in with that stain there, Stinkhead.

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I had a dream where my dad was in the waiting room, pacing, and he had a coffee in his hand. Those paper cups of coffee you used to be able to get but now you gotta look for.

No, she was there too, only she was sitting. She was sitting while dad paced and I walked through these swinging doors and I told them it was a boy and it looked like him, damn near spitting image, and dad dropped the coffee. Went everywhere all over the tiles.

What time’s it, four? How long were we out. Wow. Dark out already. 

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I can’t believe it. You could knock me over with a feather. All the people who brought over presents, and I like Alan’s the best. Alan’s.

The world is indeed on its ass.

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Where’s the log, I can’t find the log, have you seen the log?

No, I checked, it’s not there. And I gotta write down his poopy diaper fore I forget.

Yeah, just changed him and man. They aren’t kidding when they say mustard-y. I will never look at mustard in the same way again. Got on the bottom of his feet somehow and fore I realized what I was actually looking at, I wondered why he had yellow-brown feet.

Well, what happened was, I thought what I’d do was give the bassinet another try. See if I could get him to take to it. He was dead asleep but soon’s his back hit that bassinet pad he woke up then ten seconds later, he pooped all over and I mean all over.

Yeah, I don’t think he likes that bassinet very much. So, but where’s the log, cause I will forget if I don’t write it down now, the way my mind’s been so fuzzy lately. I still can’t remember what the hell I was sposed to tell Jimmy.

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So when do your boobs go back to their normal size. A month? A year? A day? When.

If that’s the case, then let’s breastfeed til the kid’s applying for college. I could get used to …

Ow. Jesus. Would you rather I didn’t like looking at your great big …

Ow, all right all right all right …

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Any more of that chicken thing or is it all gone? It is?

Okay, well, what else we got. We got any …

No, just something small. A nibble. Just a bit peckish, that’s all, a bit … yeah, okay, here we go. I bet this spaghetti and meatballs thought I wouldn’t see it, hiding behind the milk like that. It thought wrong.

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No. No. No. I’ll be fine. I’m wide awake. He’ll be fine on my lap cause I’m wide awake and I’m not gonna fall asleep and he’ll be fine on my lap so no worries just you go get yourself a nap and I’m gonna lay here on the couch with him while you rest so you go rest now, you go rest now, you go rest now.

I’ll wake you up if I need to, but I won’t so sleep well.

Fore I forget, good job today, you did a real good job today.

Okay.

Okay, now, she’s in the bedroom, so it’s just you and me now. No one else. Just you and me. Just the two men of the household. Isn’t that nice? Two men of the household, napping on the couch? Huh? You gonna lay there on my stomach? Huh? Sound good? A bit of a lie down on my stomach? All right. Here we go.

Yeah, that’s right. Just like that. I’ll be here, on my back, but I can’t nod off with you. I gotta stay awake while your mom naps, cause she’s getting a lot less sleep than I am. she needs her sleep whenever she can get it so you and I are gonna be very quiet for a while. Hopefully an hour and a half? Can we be quiet for an hour and a half?

Let’s try.

Okay. There you go, you know what you’re doing, you know how it’s done. You nod off, you nod off, you nod off. And me? I’m gonna … I’m gonna … I’m gonna …

Well, I have no idea what the hell I’m gonna do. Who knows. The possibilities are both limitless and quite limited. So … while I’m mulling it over, the thing of what I’m gonna do, I’ll just close my eyes. Just close my eyes to have a bit of a think.

Just close my eyes. Lightly close them to see how relaxing it is. Oh. It’s … it’s very relaxing. Wow. This is very … But I won’t sleep. I won’t sleep. I will not sleep. I …

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You and I obviously look at the word "log" completely differently. Congratulations on the baby! Am I first?
First! And super-dee-duper congratulations! We left a message on our machine after our pokey was born: "We are either sleeping or breastfeeding, please leave a message."
That is why they call it Grey Poupon.

Am I first? Wow. I was not even trying.
"That face was his poop face so when his brow furrows and his eyes cross a bit and he looks like he’s trying to figure out the answer to something, that’s how we’ll know that poop is on its way. "

Isn't this what everyone does when there's a poop on the way? Or is it just me?

As a card I once saw for new parents said, "Wishing you joy and wonder and some sleep."
Aww. I'm back to liking this baby thing again. That mucus plug business nearly did me in.
Not first! Loved this. Sweet, endearing, and mustardy. . .
Glad to hear that Allan has some redeeming qualities. There's hope.
BABY CONGRATS!! a boy. a beautiful boy. he looks like you. he looks like her. he looks like him.

lucky man. those are wondrous days with a new baby. I can see you're falling in love. thats good. now don't tell him all your secrets yet. save some for when he's bigger.
cassoulet???? holy jeepers creepers!! cassoulet!! next to the potroast! o kay. need a babysitter?
Congratulations. Reading this makes me reminisce. Someday your son will read what you write of him. What a wonderful gift. ~R~
Brings back lots of memories, the boobs especially. We looked at them in the mirror together and were in almost as much wonder over them as we were over our child(ren). Hot damn, I love this.
Congrats! Rated. Enjoyed!
You are an adorable dad. Aw. You dad you.
There's nothing quite like napping with a newborn. Enjoy!
Oh Squirrel, enjoy man enjoy. It's such a small and beautiful window of time. But you are so tired and broke and overwhelmed to enjoy most times. But in the middle of the night, take a moment. What I would do for one of those moments again. Best to you and wife and son. R
Awwwwww....what else can I say?
nothing like a baby on your belly. like having your very own tiny furnace, glowing away, all warm. like a puppy only cuter. congrats X a million.
Heartfelt congrats to all three of you. Now to find something less baby poop-esque to spread on my ham on rye.
Congratulations!! You capture the beginning so very well--it gets better and better! (and give up writing anything in a log--we all do it with the first ones but it's totally useless--so much more relaxing when you just go with the flow. . .or pee. . .or poop. . . or milk)
The vision of the two men of the house stretched out chest to chest on the couch brought back such sweet memories. I m so happy you are experiencing every poopy minute of this!
What's all this sentimental mush? Kids are sure crap, you got that right, squirrel. And noisy too, and, and......zzzzzzz
Am I twenty-eighth? I hope I hope I hope! :)

This was lovely, Squirrel. Your lack of sleep isn't affecting your writing one bit. I do wish you'd try to underachieve for once. The fact that you're able to write so well after just having a baby makes the rest of us who don't have babies (but still can't find time to write) look bad. (Just kidding. I'm always happy to see a post from you.)

Nothing beats baby-love. I'm glad that you get to enjoy some.
diaper baby face down = no pee in face (learnt from my chinese neighbor)
Sleep well, mah homesquirrel.

(thumbified for baby squirrel poo. Wait'll you see what happens the week you introduce bananas!!!)
i was gonna give you a hard time about describing Pokey's face without putting a picture up. and i'm frankly surprised with this crowd there haven't been more calls for photos. but it's ok. i know what he looks like. he looks like winston churchill.

enjoy.
Diapers. If ever there were a word to bring a cringe to my heart. I have true sympathy for you. Not enough to come over and help with diapers, but it's there nonetheless.
R.
Ah, yes, the mustard...

I was hoping WE would get to see the baby's face, dude.

Congrats! Sleep when the baby sleeps. Sounds like you are off to a great start, Awesome Dad!
Oh, I forgot to mention that when Jess was born, I was more hippydippy than I am now and insisted on cloth diapers. With the tar. With the mustard. With the breast feeding for 18 months. And I still love that child more than life itself.
Nice to read such a sweet description of those first days. I've forgotten (a little bit). Congratulations!
Hee hee, I would love to be there when you explain to everyone that you are taking mustard off the table, off the menu, out of the restaurant. There will be no more mustard served, at least in any recognizably mustard-y form, until, well, at least until Pokey starts school.

I also think the kid showed a lot of sense peeing on Stinkhead. It's not like it would make a real big difference, right?
Congratulations!

Baby taking a nap on you chest is one of the best things in life. I'm jealous....not jealous of the mustard poo though. :-)
@Lonnie Lazar: He looks like Winston Churchill, UNLESS he looks like Edward G. Robinson. Both of my babies looked like Edward G. Robinson when they were newborns - even the girl.
Now I know why I never became a mother! rated
Big-milk titties equals a bikini top and a couple of photos. Mom will love these pics later, I swear. (focus needs to be on the happy face, tousled hair, and the boobs......leave off the tummy.)

And keep in mind that the poop doesn't smell (much) as long as they are breast-fed. Add any kind of meat to the baby diet and get a haz-met suit for the diaper duty.

And yeah, great good thoughts for you, honey! Your life will never be the same, and will be enriched and deleriously happy beyond belief. Sleep will become your drug of choice, but it will get easier each day, and better than dreams.

Love love love to you!
I've been told that when the baby starts to eat meat the poop gets really nasty. You'll have nostalgia for these mustard poop days.
A great piece of writing that pulls so many of us right back to those early days...the sensations, the smells, the sleep, the lack of sleep. And the image of you and Pokey on the couch is unforgettable. And I have to laugh. Only a man would take these first early days down to two basic things: breasts and poop.
Congrats to you all -- and many hours of sleeping through the night --sometime in the future, alas.
it feels like you are the only father in the world, doesn't it?
ROFL...totally besotted, that's what y ou be! Congratulations on your new bebe!
First, Squirrel fathers a kid, then Alan brings over an ass-kicking gift.


It really is a topsy-turvy world.
Congrats, squirrel and family. Much happiness to you both. (Jealous, too, for the record - sleeping babies are the best).

Now get some rest!
Congratulations. There's a lot of rich contentment I sense amidst the missed zzzz's.
Congrats! Enjoy that sleep when you can.
This is the most wonderful post to start off my day. Sorry I am late to this! Just about as good as it gets! Pop and Pokey, napping on the couch. Wish the wifeasaurus had taken a snap shot of that for posterity! Enjoy this precious time in all your lives. It is so elusive when one looks back at the brevity of this cycle in your child's life. Craddle and nurture it, both for the little one and for you and your mama bride. Don'tcha just love that baby smell? Not the one down south but the one just above those sweet little ears?! Now I need a grand baby fix!
He looks like his dad.
Oh this is fabulous. You really nailed it. You've got the hassle, the wonder, the pure other-worldliness of it all...
Congrats! Remember the highs of babydum, like yesterday... Slumber eventually comes, the goes, then... How did you manage that play by play thing? A big cyberhug atch'or litta' fam mon! Great Stuff!
Congratulations! Who knew baby poo could be so funny?
But what was Alan's gift?
I hope your wife woke up and snapped some photos of you and Pokey napping. I have one of the husband and daughter sleeping in identical positions that I love. Congratulations and keep enjoying those naps!!!
Fortunate Baby, fortunate Wifey!