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.