The Other Baby Shower

OK, it's not just water, but let me have some delusions. This article gives a whole new meaning to baby shower ... no cakes or presents this time. Although, for all the times when fatherhood seemed challenging, this just makes me laugh.

Patrick was less than an hour old ... one of the nurses was changing him when felt something warm on my chest. He managed to pee on me when I was standing over five feet away!

The nurses were kind enough to offer towels (although there was little odor at the time) and I did manage to get cleaned up.

Since he's been home, we get the random "fountain" that is more humorous than anything else ... and most often, these fountains are for my benefit.

It all started with one of his amazing smiles as I was changing his diaper ... something I'm not totally adverse to anymore. As soon as the diaper was lifted off ... so, the flow began. After several soakings, I've learned to watch for that smile ... with the diaper prepped to be slammed back in place.

Then, I've noticed he watches for me while his mother is giving him a bath ... and it's the fountain again (although it's harder for him to hit me with the distance and angle).

He just managed one today, almost straight up in the air ... with enough volume to soak his backside from his head to his toes. I cleaned the changing pad while Mama dunked him in the bathtub.

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"Hello?"

We walked into my parents house ... looking for Papap. "Hello," we called. "'Ello," Patrick mimicked. "Hello," we called again, laughing a bit. "'Ello," Patrick mimicked again, delighted that he could get us laughing that easily. Out in the back yard, he went for the shovel (small blue plastic one I got for him a while back). "Maybe he should go shovel in the sand-box," Papap said ... Off he went to the sand-box, lugging the shovel. Later I asked him if he wanted raisins. Shaking his head no, he headed for the fridge. "Eeze," he said ... Cheese, he intended. His comprehension and vocal capacity is growing by leaps and bounds!

Terror or Anger

Jennifer and I woke about twenty minutes ago to Patrick crying ... nothing unusual. I asked her to get him since I have to start getting ready for work in about three hours (yes, I have to work on a Saturday). Where things became unusual was the loud, sustained crash, and Patrick's cries rising to a hefty scream. Being the concerned parent that I am ... with visions of his changing table collapsed on top of him, I rushed to their aid. "What was that?" I cried. Jennifer, weakly replied, "I fell down the stairs." With Patrick screaming at the top of his lungs, I think I actually asked her to repeat what she said. I found my wife sitting, with her legs out and my son in her arms, at the bottom of the stairs. Asking if she and Patrick were OK was mixed into confused questioning about what happened. Somehow, her feet went out from under her (we suspect a couple of the leaves that Patrick likes to play with were on the steps). While my real concern was i

A Simple Evening

We had my parents over for dinner last night ... Patrick and Jen prepared dinner, even going as far as making brownies for desert! It was very cool watching Patrick cuddle with his Grandfather. It is always amazing to me how those two get along. It was also very cool watching Patrick and his Grandmother read a book together ... Before dinner, he got a chance to show off the cast-iron toy stove that Jen had played with as a child. This has become one of his favorite toys ... the parts certainly make a lot of noise when he tosses them across the room. At dinner, I sat next to Patrick, across from his grandparents ... their expressions as they watched him were sheer joy and a joy to watch, as well. At one point, I asked Patrick to show them the Moon and Stars in his room. He has a humidifier that lights up, projecting colored starts and a moon on the ceiling ... he loves them. He immediately headed for the stairs, and turned to his grandparents and signaled come on ... a q

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