Fathers Against Diapers

I find everything about being a father very fun (yes, even the poopy messes that come with it). My daughter, Rikki, is very beautiful and quite mellow. She loves eating, sleeping, and loves my music. Who would have thought babies enjoy death metal? I know many parents talk up about their children, but my words come from the mouths of others.

The reason why I am writing this post is because Rikki gave me a surprise today. I was reading a book to Rikki and Brittany about "elimination communication," or diaper free babies. The book discusses how babies do not like sitting in their own excrement and they give signs when they have to go. When the sign is given, the parent is supposed to place the infant on the potty or toilet. I think Rikki was listening very closely. She was making some noises like she had already done her business, so I took her into my room to change her and to my surprise the diaper was clean. At that moment she let everything go at once! I was covered in baby goo! As gross as it was, I was happy. I think she will do well with the infant toilet training considering how well she took in the oral lesson.

Family and Family

My daughter was born over the weekend. I am ecstatic and have not felt so much love in my life. She is three days old today. Her temperament is surprisingly mellow. I was expecting a lot of crying, poop everywhere, spit up... you know, the works. What I have is pretty much the opposite. There has only been two spit ups and her poops are quite modest. As cliché as it is, she is my little bundle of joy. I take it that not everyone feels the same as I do.

I find it absurd how people can be extremely selfish and be completely oblivious to their behavior for years at a time. When a new child comes into someone's life, that person's life is changed forever. It should be joyous moment. For my dad I guess it isn't. Not only was he unhappy in the hospital during the delivery of his grandchild, but to this day he doesn't understand why I do not wait up until 10 or 11 o'clock for him to get home and stay tending to my daughter's needs in the morning, or sleeping because she had me up all that night. He does not inquire about her nor does he take any initiative when it comes to conversation that doesn't concern his ego. He only asks me if I am mad at him (which I will be if continues to act as he does). Things are quite strange.