Daily Archives: February 9, 2018

The newest Daddy Chronicles, starring a 3-year-old who only wants to sleep on the floor, and a 3-month-old who’s already huge

And a Happy Friday to you! I’m still digesting last night’s Duke-Carolina game, an event I look forward to for 10-11 months a year, and then they play again a few weeks later and you don’t get nearly the hype. But anyway, it was very disappointing to see my Blue Devils go down, getting outhustled and outplayed in the second half. Grrr. Next play.

Anyway, it’s been a couple of months since I’ve written about the two little loves of my life, and lots of stuff has gone on and changed as Theo becomes more and more like a baby and not just an infant, and Nate becomes, well, more and more like the awesome 3-year-old he is.

It’s kind of amazing to me that he’ll already be 4 this year; time’s not just flying, it’s zooming by in a DeLorean at 88 miles per hour (look it up, kids, it’s an 80s movie reference).

Without further ado, the latest edition of the Daddy Chronicles…

— So Theo (aka “the new guy,” as we call him) is absolutely a joy to be around. Seriously, I thought since Nate was such a great baby that we were due for a devil child this time around, but nope, the little guy is fabulous. Rarely cries, sleeps straight through from around 9-9:30 p.m. until 7-7:30 a.m.

— So we had Theo’s 3-month checkup this week and let’s just say this kid isn’t exactly wanting for food. He gained nearly three pounds since his 2-month checkup and now checks in at just under 15 pounds. If he looked any more like a bowling ball we’d tattoo “Brunswick” on his chest and set him up in an alley.

— He’s also begun doing the thing Nate used to do, that when I take a break from giving him the bottle to burp him, he cries and looks at me like I’ve committed an unpardonable sin. “Daddy, we had a good thing going! You give me the bottle and I drink it! Why ruin that?” For 10 seconds it’s like he thinks I’m never going to give him another drop of milk for the rest of his life.

But otherwise, he’s the best. Just this week he’s started smiling a bunch, and even adds a little giggle. It’s freaking awesome. Also he totally looks like me, but I’m hoping he’ll grow out of it.

— Nate accepted his little brother so beautifully, with so much love and hugs, that we wondered if we were going to get that “new sibling regression” at all.

Well, we’ve gotten it, a few months late. About a month ago, with Theo still in the bassinet in our room, Nate started wandering into our room in the middle of the night and crying, saying he wants to sleep on our floor.

OK, maybe he was feeling left out, why does my brother get to sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s room, something like that. So we didn’t make a big deal out of it. But after a week of this we put Theo in the crib back in the boys’ room, and figured that’d be the end of it.

But nope, Nate has continued the same routine: wander in sometime between midnight and 5 a.m., want to sleep on our floor, and then lay down. We’ve tried walking him back in, coddling him, offering him rewards/bribes, everything.

But nope, this phase just continues.

Hopefully sometime before high school he’ll go back to sleeping in his room.

— Two recent delightful utterances from the 3-year-old recently. First, while we were peeing together in a public restroom a few weeks ago, he just casually says “Daddy, you have a big penis.”

“Well yes I do, son, and you’re welcome.”

Second, he’s gotten into a delightful habit of when, as I help him pull his pants up after peeing, tapping me on the head and saying “Daddy, you don’t have any hair up here.”

Gee thanks kid, I’d forgotten I’m going bald. So glad you’re here to remind me!

— Finally, while Nate still doesn’t let his brother come up for air sometimes while hugging and kissing him so much, and Theo has become quite the procrastination ally at bedtime (“I just want to give my brother one more hug and kiss!”), it’s pretty awesome seeing the very early roots of what we hope will be a loving relationship.

Then again, we did notice Theo has learned to make a fist. Perhaps his first use of such fist will be slugging his brother.

Ah, the things we have to look forward to!