Cate and Logan watch Obama's announcment on Bin Laden...
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Monday, April 25, 2011
Baptism and beyond...
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The Whole Family on Baptism Day |
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Logan's preferred napping position on Baptism day. |
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Pastels on the front porch, Spring has sprung! Ready for Selwn Pub Patio... |
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Even better look with shades on! |
First Meal, here we go...get out the hose and mop!
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Pre-"first meal" prayer...Ok, they didn't really pray, but it sure looked like it when we went back and looked at the picture of them holding hands. |
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Cate is looking at me saying something to the effect of, "What is this nasty stuff? Look at me, I'm a mess... How much more is mom going to try and feed me?" |
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Cate's reaction to the aftertaste...the look says it all! |
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Cate Delivers Some Poetic Justice
It all started as an innocent, mid-morning feeding on Saturday where I happened to have Cate this go 'round. Well, after a relatively smooth feeding I sensed that she had a wet diaper that needed to be changed. So since we were headed to the mall soon to spend a rainy afternoon, I figured I'd go ahead and get the diaper, along with with a wardrobe change, out of the way so we could be fairly ready to go - at least with one of them.
Well after picking out an outfit and getting the changing essentials laid out on the table (new diaper and fresh wipe), I begin to undress her. For those not familiar (can't remember if I've mentioned this on here before), Cate loves to be changed, better yet, she loves to be naked. As much as she likes to throw her feet in the air normally, multiply that several times over when she is unencumbered by clothing or diapers. I firmly believe she would lay there contently most the day if we let her - at this stage there isn't much danger in it since she still hasn't shown a remote interest in rolling over or anything close.
As I take off her diaper I discover a surprise - a small, green turdlet. Ok, no problem, I've seen worse, I can easily handle this. So I use the old diaper, still partially on her, to grab the turdlet and some other "debris". Since I assumed that was the end of it I didn't bother reaching for my diaper changing essentials - Vicks vapor rub under the nostrils and my mask sprayed with cologne - big mistake! (although, with what was about to transpire I can say with certainty that my defenses wouldn't have made much difference).
So after I wipe her down and am about to slide the new diaper in place, I hear a quick release of air/gas and look down to find my daughter basically churning out a strand of olive green poop. Her anus basically became like a play-doh spaghetti factory, where I, "the baker", had a hard time keeping up (and putting up) with the level of output. At first I just started reaching for wipe after wipe, but those weren't thick enough or big enough. So then I reached for a burp cloth nearby, but by this point my reactive instincts were wearing off and my gag refluxes were starting to take over. Finding myself stuck between a proverbial rock and a hard place, I did what most men in this situation would do - I start calling to her mother to come relieve me, pronto! All along I had been giving Catherine a play-by-play, but by this point it had turned from a comical recount to one of desperation and panic.
But what tore me up the most with this whole ordeal was that with all the fuss I was making by turning away and yelling over my shoulder saying things like “Oh my god, so gross!” or “Get me out of here!”, I look down at Cate and the look on her face has gone from a wry smile of relief and amusement to a whimper of shame and embarrassment. It was as if she was looking back up at me now asking, "Daddy, what's wrong, am I being bad? Do you no longer find me adorable, am I disgusting you now? I can't help it." So once Catherine came to the relief, I let her take care our daughter's bottom half while I restored the top half of our little, uncontrollably pooping angel.
After Cate's confidence was restored I had to quickly vacate the room and let mom handle the rest of the cleanup duty. Not only did Catherine have to deal with the aftermath of my disaster, but Cate continued to crank it out, filling up another diaper and requiring countless more wipes. Little did we know that this was a sign of things to come with her for the rest of the afternoon...While at the mall, Cate had to be changed for this same reason not once but twice, and thus set a couple of milestones in the process - first use of the Koala Kare public changing stations and most number of times (5) going poop in a 24 hr period.
This actually isn't the first time she gone on me while on the changing table, but the other times she just wet herself - and the changing table, and her outfit, and the fresh diaper I had laid out. But the problem is, when she does this you don't really know it's happening until you feel the results. See the thing is, with her - how should I say - rather healthy amount of skin combined with the design of the female anatomy, when she relieves herself there are a lot of creases and channels for the urine to run down out of....therefore, when she goes on you, you never see a geyser like with him, you just slowly start to see and feel the results as it trickles out of all the aforementioned crevasses. On more than one occasion, while changing her I've gone to slide her diaper underneath her and felt some wetness, but since I didn't see anything that would lead me to think otherwise, I just thought it was sweat (especially when after waking her up from a nap)...However, the smell of urine finally hits me and I realize what all has just transpired.
Later, as I retold and relived the story to my mother, she asked what I would have done if Catherine was not there? Hmmm, good point, the thought of this happening hadn’t really occurred to me before. Obviously I hadn't experienced anything like this before, and not that I thought I wouldn't be faced with this reality of fatherhood, but it was so quick and surreal it started me a bit. What I told her at the time, is what I think really would be my best contingency plan - I probably would carry her (under her arms and away from my body) into the bathroom, dip her bottom half in the toilet and hit flush. It would basically be like giving her a reverse swirly (fyi, I swirly is when you push a drunk person already getting sick's head in the toilet and flush it).
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
OMG Do Our Floors Crack!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Major Milestone!
Not much time for a lengthy update as I’m in between two travel weekends with the NASCAR season starting up, but since we hit a major milestone last night I figured I had to go public with it…For the first time since birth, BOTH Cate and Logan “went the distance” last night by sleeping all the way through from roughly 7pm to 7am! While Cate has been going the distance for about a week or so now (with the exception of occasional nightly trips to put her pacifier in), Logan still required a nightly 4am feeding – until now. I told Catherine to consider it a Valentine’s gift from her son. Who knows whether this was just a one-time fluke or a sign of things to come, guess we’ll find out tonight, but either way I consider it progress.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Ten Weeks Old, Ten hours of sleep? (We'd just take five...)
Here are a few of our favorite photos since Thanksgiving...
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Newsflash: Walters Tosses Unprecedented Complete Game Shut Out
Anyway, back to my one shining moment...It was magical, I didn't see it coming, and I definitely did not set out trying to be heroic - after all, my mother-in-law was already spending the night upstairs and ready to help at the first sign of trouble. But at some point something majestic unfolded and I somehow fell "into the superdad zone". Everything came together and suddenly made complete sense, it was like the nature of the baby-feeding universe took over and I became one with it. While yes, some luck played a part and some pieces of the puzzle fell into place at the right time, I had to successfully orchestrate the effort and put all the pieces in place (or back in place as was the case at times - i.e. pacifiers, bottles, entire bodies that had fallen out of position in the bouncy seats).
What is that cheesy motivational saying about how "success is when preparation meets opportunity"? Well I guess I can kind-of identify with it now, although I still don't like the quote. Being able to "get 'em up and sit 'em down" was more about doing my scouting report and putting all the right parts in the right places to start making plays when the time came. Yes, there was a lot of "read and react" in my performance (i.e. which baby do you pick up to feed first), but none of it could have gone as smooth had I not done various advance preparations like having both bottles warmed and ready, burp clothes and bibs already hanging on the arms of the chair, and bouncy seats with pacifiers in them at either bedside as a just-in-case to name only a few.
But this is not to say it was without suspense, I had to work my way out of several jams - some of which seemed like with bases loaded no outs and the crowd, particularly the manager (Catherine) and relief pitcher (mother-in-law) on the edge of their seats (or top of the dugout steps) ready to bail me out. It was by no means a two-up, two-down (get it?) situation the whole way through, the opposition definitely made some noise and took their best swings at times. I did have to go to delivering out of the "stretch" a few times by feeding one while leaning over and consoling the other.
Several times the "manager" came out to the mound, looking to take me out in favor of rested relief (a.k.a. my mother-in-law laying down upstairs). At one point, in a very unorthodox move in baseball terms, the relief pitcher even came down out of the bullpen to check on me expecting to get the nod, but I was able to hold her off and send her back to the bullpen. And then in second unorthodox move, she decided not to walk all the way back to the "bullpen" but rather take a seat on the bench right next to the field (i.e. laying on the living room sofa downstairs in ready position to chip in or to just stay there until the next feeding). But despite all of this commotion and building pressure I was able to finish the job and get them both fed and back to sleep...and even better, at a good enough pace (< 1 hr) to allow me to go back to sleep before the next one (not always the case, sometimes it's hardly worth falling back asleep for 45 min hour before you got to start prepping for the next one).
So after this performance I was allowed to retire for the rest of the night uninterrupted...But the morning after it was all the talk in the local media, Catherine and her mom kept asking me exactly what I did and when and how I did it. But as I likened this to being "in the zone", I couldn't really describe it all to her much - it was just a blur of bottles, burps, paci's, and poots. Back to that saying about success being when preparation meets opportunity, well this was some hybrid of that where the perfect storm of timing, preparation and luck came together to calm the stormy seas of midnight feedings at the Walters house - at least for now.
Like any big breakout performance, the manager will now come to expect this out of me every time going forward. Wait, damn, what have I done to myself?...Maybe I should have taken the relief when offered, saved a little of myself for later in the season, and hit the showers early. Oh well, we'll see what I have left when I get the next call in the rotation...
(NOTE: I hope everyone is having a great holidays...I had intended to get a more comprehensive "what have we be doing, how are the twins" blog up by Christmas, but as you can see that didn't happen. So I figured I'd at least put this one from the other night out there for now and promise to have something else by New Year's - careful what you wish for though, I got a lot of material to report on since the last one)