First off, to anybody reading this: JESS IS NOT PREGNANT AGAIN! Hopefully you'll understand the title of this post by the end of it. With that out of the way... When we made the trip to find out if the bun in the oven was a boy or a girl, I was obviously anxious. Not just because I wanted to know, but also because I just wanted to know what color paint to buy. A lot of people say: "I don't care, as long as the baby is healthy." I guess I was saying the same thing at the time, but I genuinely felt that way. For those of you who know me well, you might know that I like to see things laid out when it comes to choices. Like if someone asks me: Paper or Plastic. Paper is more durable, it is easier to line up in the back of the car and it holds the cold in for the frozen stuff. On the other hand, plastic isn't bulky like paper, it is lightweight, and it is reusable in my house. That settles it: plastic it is. Before we found out what our baby was, I did this same exact thing. The trouble was that I had no knowledge to base my opinions off. So in the end, boy or girl, I would be learning as I went along. For those of you who don't have kids or for the dads that don't have daughters, you might find this helpful. Those of you who don't fall into either of those categories, try not to laugh at me too hard. Here I am, a dad with no baby experience, slowly learning the ropes. As Jaycee grows, so do I. Every obstacle we encounter together, we defeat together. Then a roadblock appeared on the horizon... Jaycee is a girl. (Of course I knew that before this week, but this was a little different). Jess asked me the other day how long I wanted her hair to grow. So I told her: Long. To which she said: "So you are going to do her hair every morning before school?" Uh oh. Then it slowly started to sink in. Hair, make-up, bikinis, manicures, BOY FRIENDS!!! Houston, we are going to have a problem. Not for Jaycee, for me. Curfews, earrings, lip gloss, eyeliner, prom, BOY FRIENDS!!! So I let that marinate for while and just when I was about to move my family to Antarctica, perspective came back to me in the form of a smiling six and a half month old baby who has two teeth sticking out. "Teach your children well, a father's hell will slowly go by." At the end of the day, I teach my children through my choices. It is my responsibility to lead my children toward a life I want for them with a loving and supportive family and morals to hold onto. I have a long time to do right by Jaycee and any future siblings she will have. So I consider myself lucky to have realized this so early. Meanwhile, I'll be working on my french braid... The rest will come naturally...
Monday, August 25, 2008
It's a girl... It's definitely a girl...
First off, to anybody reading this: JESS IS NOT PREGNANT AGAIN! Hopefully you'll understand the title of this post by the end of it. With that out of the way... When we made the trip to find out if the bun in the oven was a boy or a girl, I was obviously anxious. Not just because I wanted to know, but also because I just wanted to know what color paint to buy. A lot of people say: "I don't care, as long as the baby is healthy." I guess I was saying the same thing at the time, but I genuinely felt that way. For those of you who know me well, you might know that I like to see things laid out when it comes to choices. Like if someone asks me: Paper or Plastic. Paper is more durable, it is easier to line up in the back of the car and it holds the cold in for the frozen stuff. On the other hand, plastic isn't bulky like paper, it is lightweight, and it is reusable in my house. That settles it: plastic it is. Before we found out what our baby was, I did this same exact thing. The trouble was that I had no knowledge to base my opinions off. So in the end, boy or girl, I would be learning as I went along. For those of you who don't have kids or for the dads that don't have daughters, you might find this helpful. Those of you who don't fall into either of those categories, try not to laugh at me too hard. Here I am, a dad with no baby experience, slowly learning the ropes. As Jaycee grows, so do I. Every obstacle we encounter together, we defeat together. Then a roadblock appeared on the horizon... Jaycee is a girl. (Of course I knew that before this week, but this was a little different). Jess asked me the other day how long I wanted her hair to grow. So I told her: Long. To which she said: "So you are going to do her hair every morning before school?" Uh oh. Then it slowly started to sink in. Hair, make-up, bikinis, manicures, BOY FRIENDS!!! Houston, we are going to have a problem. Not for Jaycee, for me. Curfews, earrings, lip gloss, eyeliner, prom, BOY FRIENDS!!! So I let that marinate for while and just when I was about to move my family to Antarctica, perspective came back to me in the form of a smiling six and a half month old baby who has two teeth sticking out. "Teach your children well, a father's hell will slowly go by." At the end of the day, I teach my children through my choices. It is my responsibility to lead my children toward a life I want for them with a loving and supportive family and morals to hold onto. I have a long time to do right by Jaycee and any future siblings she will have. So I consider myself lucky to have realized this so early. Meanwhile, I'll be working on my french braid... The rest will come naturally...
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