Sunday, June 22, 2014

Simple Instructions

You know who should learn to take instructions?  Babies.  If they would just cooperate instead of doing whatever it is that's going through their little minds, everything would go so much smoother.

Typical infant not paying attention to the simplest of instructions
For example, if I say to you "put this medicine in your eye so you'll feel better", you would first probably question how it is that I became qualified to prescribe medication.  But beyond that, you'd be uncomfortable with it, but you'd do it because you can take instructions.  Instead, we look forward to three epic battles a day to ensure that the pink eye does not make a return.

If I say to you "stop wiggling so much when I change your diaper and we can be finished in like 30 seconds instead of 10 minutes", you would probably recognize that that makes a lot of sense and be done with it.  Also, I would question how it came to pass that I was changing your diaper.  I don't feel comfortable with the series of events that lead to this moment, so I am glad it was over in 30 seconds and hope I never have to do it again.

If I say to you "stop throwing your spoon on the floor, it's making a mess and we're running out of spoons", you better stop throwing your spoon buster.

Infants.  It's like they don't understand anything.  Yeesh.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Pink Eye Day 2

RG's movement sensor went off just after 2 this morning. I went in, shuffled her around her crib a little to get her in place and went back to bed. It was on my way back to the comfort of my bed that I realized that I was only seeing things through my right eye.

I opened my left eye, or tried to anyway. Couldn't budge it. Looked in the mirror and it was completely crusted shut. Yeah, that little cringe you did thinking about it? I did that too.

Luckily, earlier that day the doctor was kind enough to point out "when you get it, you can use the same prescription as RG." Not if. When.

Lucky for everyone involved that she's still pretty darn cute.  I wanted to take a picture with me to work so I could remember that getting sick is totally worth it for her.  Nailed it. 

This was me saying "Ruby, smile!" 
I look a little weird in this picture because of my face.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Our Kid Is -That- Kid and Connecting With an Old Colleague

Less than one week at day care and we had to call them this afternoon to say that RG would not be attending for a little bit because she has pink eye.  In the words of the day care director: "Okay, we'll put the sign up."

That's right, there is now a sign up at our day care alerting all the other parents that they've had a confirmed case of pink eye.  It's not like they've put up a picture of her with her eyes coloured in with a highlighter or anything like that, but it just kind of stinks knowing that it's your kid that got diagnosed first... 

Maybe there is some sort of day care custom where parents who know that their kid is sick with something communicable holds back on the information for just a little bit longer in the hopes that another parent will call in first?  I mean, it's not like we wouldn't tell anyone that she's got goop seeping out of her eyes, because we totally would.  But maybe just hold back for a couple of hours before sending up the Bat Signal because there's a chance that some other parent may be getting their kid diagnosed too.  And maybe that kid's parents call in immediately, so when you call in to say that you're kid looks like she just spent an afternoon with Doug Benson (or Cheech and Chong for those of you not up to speed with your current pot smoking comedians) you can feel some sort of indignation that some other kid gave your kid this horrible completely treatable disease.  Even if you think that there is a pretty good chance that your kid probably picked it up at the library on the last day of their Saturday morning kids' drop in.

Meanwhile, in other worlds...

Back in my days working in The Job Which Must Not Be Named, one of my functions was to communicate and work with the company that contracted my company to do the work for them.  Ugh, it's more work to dance around the job than to just talk about the job, so I was a client services manager for a call center.  It was the job that made me realize I needed to get out of call centers and find something else that would stop eating my soul.  

It wasn't all soul devouring nastiness though.  I was pretty lucky in that I had some genuinely great clients.  And you know that I mean that because I don't work there any more, so I therefore have zero need to put on my game face and go out to another steak dinner with people that I don't really care for at all when I could be at home in my bathrobe on the couch with My Lovely Wife.  Grady was on my list of clients that I looked forward to seeing and hanging out with because he appeared to be an actual human being, which was nice.

Well, Grady has also moved on to other pastures since I last saw him and he's started a blog talking about his experiences trying to figure out what the heck kind of pasture he's found himself in (but there is other stuff in there too).  A warning to my mom: he uses some rather colourful language (or, I guess that would be "colorful" since he's American), so don't go clicking over to it if you feel like you might get easily offended.  Or do go ahead and click over to it.  What am I, the click police?  You're an adult, make a choice.  Oh, I hope you're an adult.  If you're a child, you definitely didn't hear about this site from me but go ahead and click and you might learn a few new words.

Check him out at 42 shades of grady and tell him that I sent you his way.  

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Father's Day

At some point along the way, I stopped being me and I became Daddy.  Sorry, check that.  I stopped being "me" and I became "Daddy".

I used to think that people who referred to themselves in the third person were out of their heads (actually, that's almost literally what that means now that I think about it).  Now, I find that I am referring to myself in the third person as "Daddy" more and more often.  The same thing is happening to My Lovely Wife, who asked me to hand her something by saying "Pass that to Mommy".  

I assume that this is something that happens to all parents, but I never thought it would happen to me.  Just like I never thought I'd own an SUV or cancel my HD channels and downgrade my Fibre Op internet speed to save a few extra bucks here and there, yet here Daddy is.

Okay, it sounds creepy when you just write it on the internet like that.  

This was my first experience with Father's Day, and it was an amazing day.  I got brunch made for me, a giant lasagna dinner, a card... I even got to sleep in until 6:30 AM, but I woke up before that anyway and just enjoyed being in bed and not changing a diaper.  It was magical.  It also means that I need to step my game up for Mother's Day next year.  

RG celebrated her first week at day care by getting a big ol' case of the snots.  I have the day off tomorrow, and we were going to go out for lunch and do some errands and then maybe take a nap.  Instead, tomorrow we go to the doctor to see if it's actually pink eye that she has.  I have come down with some kind of weird stomach bug that I also blame on her day care exposure, even though she doesn't have anything close to the same symptoms.  I just heard that blaming the day care for all the sickness you experience is the thing to do once you become a parent.  

And on that note, Daddy's stomach just churned so he's got to go.  

Yep, it officially sounds creepy on the internet.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Really? Nobody saw the potential problem?

I was browsing the website that lists all the recalls in Canada when I happened on a recall notice for a consumer product that stopped me in my tracks.

Now that I'm a father, I spend more time looking at the stuff that we surround ourselves with with a new eye. My research has determined that basically everything will kill your baby. Not only that, but some stuff appears to want to kill your baby. You have to be vigilant, lest some wandering bag of loose buttons should launch itself down your precious child's esophageal tube (that's the throat hole that's connected to the mouth tunnel that everything goes in).

Therefore, I now spend time checking the list of recall items to make sure that we haven't brought more danger than absolutely necessary into her life. I say "necessary", because I've placed a series of ingenious traps of increasing complexity and deviousness around the house to teach her to be wary and cunning. Don't tell My Lovely Wife though, because she's an old softy and will probably give RG all kinds of hints.

As I was saying, I perused the list of recalls and was stopped in my tracks. I literally could not believe what I was seeing. I even looked around to see if it was a joke or if I was on some kind of hidden camera tv show.
This is what I saw.

That's right.  The "My Sweet Baby Cuddle Care Doll".  Nobody saw the potential hubris in this?  This is why there needs to be more philosophy majors in marketing.

Here's the description:
This recall involves the My Sweet Baby Cuddle Care Doll. This interactive doll coughs, cries, giggles and gets red cheeks. The face, hands and feet are plastic and the body is soft. The doll is dressed in a pink outfit with green and white flowers and a matching cap. The doll comes packaged with a stethoscope, syringe, thermometer, spoon and medicine bottle. The doll can be identified by the following UPC 628915079777 and Item #30692735.
Sounds fine, right?  I'm not sure why you would want a doll of a sick baby, I feel pretty strongly that don't want the real thing.  Maybe a more accurate name would be the "My Sick Baby Needs Medical Attention", but I guess that doesn't roll off the tongue.

Then you get to the reason for the recall:
The internal electrical components may overheat and pose a burn hazard.
Walmart Canada and Health Canada received 6 reports of the doll overheating. 
Two incidents in which a small hole was burnt through the dolls' clothing.
Oh, and did I mention it looks like this?
Also, who packages a spoon and a syringe in a kids toy?  And doesn't the point on that syringe look just a little bit too realistic?
To sum up:  A name that is just a tiny bit too sugary sweet PLUS a tendency to catch on fire PLUS when it does catch on fire there's a possibility that it will be giggling and coughing while staring into your soul with its cold empty eyes?  Guess how many people bought one.  
Approximately 4,437 of the recalled dolls were sold in Canada and approximately 174,000 were imported to the United States.
Which means that there are a lot more kids in the US with grandparents that don't quite know what their grandchildren want.

You can check out the full page here while it's still available.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

I am still not a smart Man sometimes

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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Another one of those days

Yesterday was one of those early mornings. The sensor in RG's Crib went off at around 4, and there wasn't much sleep after that. A lot of coffee later, the day was over and I could look forward to some sleep.

At 3 this morning, the smoke detector went off. Nothing to be concerned about, everyone is fine. But I swear that the is an internal clock on that thing so it knows when to let you know that the battery is getting low.

Not out, just low.

Sort of like how your cell phone will start to vibrate to let you know that it's running low on power, this draining the battery that much faster. Except the smoke detector waits until everyone is sleeping before playing us all the songs of his people.

For a piece of equipment that saves as many lives as it does, smoke detectors are not well liked.

My Lovely Wife got up to change the battery, which really tells you a lot about why I love her so much. After thirty minutes of bumping and clumping and beeping, I got up.

My dear reader, it shames me to say it, but I was not the gentlest soul I could have been. Eventually, replacement batteries were found (the remote control and an electric razor), and additional batteries were placed in the charger. The rest of the reasons why I love her so much can be summarized in the simple act of her letting me sleep in the bed when all was said and done. And yes, apologies were offered and accepted.

And not one peep from RG.  I can attest to this as I didn't get back to sleep until almost 5. She didn't stir, didn't cry, didn't care one bit. She's pretty awesome.

By 5, I had exhausted all of the arguments from my childhood that I could have won if only I had been a little more clever at the time, and managed to get back to a sort a sort of sleep.

Which ended at 5:58 when the smoke detector decided that the replacement batteries weren't filling enough and needed to let us all know. Immediately.

I got up this time and made it as happy a as I could (by taking it down and wrenching the batteries or if it - totally satisfying). And RG slept through that too!

So now, here I sit with a sleeping baby in my arms that I need to put to bed, but I just need a few more minutes of the softest cuddles ever set to the tone of the greatest breathing I've ever heard.

Good night. ;-)