So I’m a dad, again
I haven’t really had the time to reflect on what just happened to me in the last few days. I generally dread the seemingly endless string of of clichéd conversations that surround major events in our lives. I do have a few observations. Some of which would be obvious to most.
10lb babies feel heavy after awhile. I’m very impressed at how Carol functioned with this big batch of sweetness inside her.
The little wiggles and chirps Lynae makes when she is sleeping are really cool.
Because I’m 6 feet 6 inches tall I can sit in a recliner, cuddle with Lynae and blog all at the same time.
I love listening to her breathe when she is sleeping peacefully on me.
I know that not all husbands feel much of a connection to a new born. After all it doesn’t do much other than eat, cry, sleep, poop and wiggle a little bit. Regardless I feel a lot of love for Lynae. I really love cuddling with her.
Some of my online friends think Lynae rhymes with Tebay…but it doesn’t because I pronounce my last name Tee-Bee, not Teh-Bay or Tee-Bay. Don’t as me why, the reasons I’ve heard don’t make sense to me.
Carol impressed me even more through this process. I really think she is a wonderful woman.
Bring on the Stephen Harper baby bonus. The beer and popcorn levels are a little low around here.
I won the bet. I won’t go in to too many details, but I made a bet with Carol to prove her wrong about something. When I was taking her and Lynae home Carol told me “thank you oh wonderful husband for showing me the error of my ways. You were right and I was wrong. I’m so happy to have such an intelligent and wise husband to graciously show me the truth.” That is rough paraphrase. I’m not sure if it was exactly what she said, but it was what I heard.