The Adventures of the Tader Tot's

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

What difference does a week or two makes...right?

““Who built the ball that is this earth?
Gave me life, and water for my thirst.
Home for a heart till death from birth
And we’re only love, at it’s best or worst"

So what does two weeks between updates mean. I thought it was because nothing was going on but I got caught up on some Dad reading and it appears I was the one who was wrong. Two weeks ago the Tader Tots were “Now almost half an inch long — roughly the size of a raspberry — he has elbow joints and distinct, slightly webbed fingers and toes. In his oversized head, both hemispheres of his brain are developing. His teeth and the inside of his mouth are forming, and his ears continue to develop. Eyelid folds partially cover his tiny peepers, which already have some color, and the tip of that nose you'll be tweaking someday is emerging. His skin is paper-thin and his veins are clearly visible.”

And now we got “his upper lip is fully formed, too, and his mouth, nose, and nostrils are more distinct. The tips of his fingers are slightly enlarged where his touch pads are developing. All major joints — his shoulders, elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles — are working, enabling your baby to move his limbs. As for his heart, it has divided into four chambers now, and the valves have started to develop. External sex organs are there, but won't be distinguishable as male or female for another few weeks.” Our little ones are growing up so fast and I feel like I am sitting by waiting for it to be my “turn.” Whatever that is supposed to mean. Will someone tap me on the shoulder and say, “Hey Buddy, pay attention here.” Did I miss something important? Where the hell did those last two weeks go?

Did you ever notice this whole thing geared toward the women? I know she's the one pregnant. And I know I am probably breaking some unwritten man code somewhere, but, I want to be included. So freaking about money, more to come later, I decided to see what I could do to help. So I try order some coupons for formula and get these tots some free stuff. I sign up on this website of a very popular formula company, not to name names, but it wasn’t Similac. So they make me answer a survey to complete the registration for a free diaper bag, some samples and coupons. My favorite question was, “Do you plan to breast feed?” I hadn’t thought about it but I think in my personal case I would have to go with no. My wife is going to do what is best for her, I am not breast feeding anything unless someone buys me the contraption from Meet the Fockers.

I have picked up on the housework to help out. Not so bad once I get into the routine of doing it over and over. Don’t really mind hand washing dishes with the iPOD going. Plus I am learning to start the wash and then do the dishes to maximize my time I could spend laying on the couch. Plus the wife is folding the clothes once dried, which I have never been a big fan of doing. If you ever saw the two piles, sometimes three, system I ran in college. You know the clean pile, the dirty pile (hidden behind the chair) and the “iffy” pile. The iffy pile being, “I know I could wear you if I just threw you back in the dryer with a dryer sheet and some Febreeze.” Then I have cat box duty for the next 7-8 months. Stupid Toxoplasmosis or whatever they call it. Was that invented by a woman? I think the only positive that can be said for having 4 cats is that by the time the tots are here I won’t fear a diaper because I will have scooped my fair share of…

Please don’t tell me any stories involving a child who just ate chili. I like chili and I would like to keep enjoying it. Skyline Chili will lose all its greatness if I have the wrong mental image when bellying up to my next 5 way. That’s enough for now, lunch is over.