The Cat in the Hat Principle

As a rule, when I find others may benefit from my experience, I like to blog about it. This morning I experienced something that hasn’t happened since Abby, but needs to be written about for other fathers: The Cat in the Hat Principle. This principle can be summarized as follows: When poop can go everywhere, it will go everywhere.

You see, I was changing Evie’s diaper and when I opened up the ‘package’ it was fully loaded. Apparently whatever we’ve been feeding her decided that a mass exodus was the best plan of attack. So when I started wiping the poop started to spread – just like the spot in the Cat in the Hat books. Except for I didn’t have cats A-Z to wip up after me. As soon as I started the substance spread to the areas I was trying to wipe instead of coming off. It was as if the poop was one of the biblical plagues.

Eventually, after probably laughing silently to herself, Jessica stepped in and became cats A through Z. She quickly cleaned up and I went to the washroom to avail myself of its cleaning products hoping that the phenomenon didn’t reproduce in our recently cleaned bathroom.

Beware fathers of babies – this could happen to you!  And tell your other father and father-to-be friends, this needs to be warned of so that they don’t panic and lose consciousness with the baby on the table.

Hot Pockets

Hot PocketsThis would be our new puppy, HotPockets, or more likely ‘Pockets.’  After having Kicker, my mother-in-laws dog, for so long in the house it became apparent that it was doggy time.  Hot Pockets is a mix of multiple mystery breeds.  The cute puppiness will wear off and we’ll have a full grown mutt some day, but for now she’s pretty darn cute.  More pictures of the puppy and various family members will come shortly… once Abby can handle touching the dog (for some reason living dogs are hard for her compared to stuffed animals).  Evie loves the puppy, and the puppy loves Evie.  But the puppy loves to jump up on Evie, and that just has to be monitored too heavily for the two to be left alone yet.

7 Months

Evie is 7 months old today. She’s gotten much larger, obviously, but she’s also started developing a personality. That’s weird for parents. Not in a bad way, but in a way that says, “Hey! I’m not just a needy little baby girl, I’m a baby girl.” I can’t get enough of her smiles 🙂 I’ll try to post some pictures soon.

Is There a Bed in Texas?

Tonight was a tough night to put Abby to bed. You see in the morning (or before the morning in my normal sleeping schedule) I will leave for Dallas/Fort Worth. Abby is quite sad that I’m leaving and has been crying upstairs for a while. It is tough to endure that crying, but it must be done. She asked me if there is a bed in Texas (upon which she might sleep, I think). Then she asked that, if I had any friends in Texas, she be taken to meet them when she gets bigger.

I love my wife, my girls, and our house in Aurora as well as church and family here. It is tough leaving them. Evie has been particularly smiley this evening which is good. I will have good ‘last memories’ from before the departure 🙂

Philosophical Paradox

This was going to be a long post about stuff that got way too ranty, too negative, and then just outright rude. Therefore it has been replaced with a happy picture of Evie & Abby that is out of focus – because this post was out of focus.
Evie & Abby all blurry and stuff

Wow.  I feel better.