Posts made in April, 2010
FRIDAY FUNNIES: Bill Cosby feeds his kids cake for breakfast.
I’m sure there will be more of Cosby on here, besides being one of the best standups to ever work a crowd ever (just ask most people) he does great material on fatherhood. When I was a kid, my parents and I would do this bit into the ground. I don’t think I ever got sick of it.
Hump Day Stretch!
Bringing you your weekly baby fix.
Kiddo just upgraded to a larger size diaper, now he looks smaller in relation but I AM NOT FOOLED. Or more properly, my back is not fooled.
Also, he has a drinking problem. Here he is after a bender:
Lastly! A homemade afghan came in the mail from my Aunt! It was a great piece, seems warm and comfortable. I am green with envy over it.
Dads get all up in the news.
You know what sort of news comes through the wire in when you set up google alerts for the words “fatherhood”, “father” and “dad”? Generally speaking, not good news.
Lindsay Lohan’s dad and Priestly indiscretions, mostly.
Depressing. When are we going to get some super awesome dads getting in the news for how awesome they are? I digress.
While not specifically a daddy thing, Five Minute Marvels is mostly dad-centric, and looks completely amazing. Choose a subject. Spend five minutes drawing the subject with your kid. Be totally awesome. I’m pretty sure those are the steps in correct order.
On Breast Feeding And Such.
Who am I to be talking breast feeding and boobage type things? Well let me say first, this is not a screed on the issue of breast feeding. I could ride my high horse around all day, but the fact that my body does not create the necessary materials to nourish a new human being pretty much invalidates any political stance I might have on the issue. I will try to keep this to what I know and have experienced.
And also show off just s smallish amount.
We breast feed in this house, which has always been the plan. Likely, this is the same plan most families start off with until one thing or another derails that plan, and then it’s on to whatever your back up plan is, hopefully not ground caribou and poached emu eggs, but I am not here to lecture you on what your backup plan is. I digress. Christine and I count ourselves as extremely lucky, Cole made breast feeding a snap from the very first night on. His latching prowess impressed even the seasoned lactation nurses, and it has been super easy for Christine (relatively speaking) the entire time. I will spare you a description of the bizarre flirting ritual he has with the breast, as that seems somehow more than ought to be shared between a father and the interwebs. Suffice to say, I have new theories on where men begin their fascination with motorboating.
A word about public breast feeding. If your wife can do it and not be embarrassed, you dad, can and should also be cool with this. If you met my wife, you would find her fairly shy and reserved at first, so I fully anticipated her to approach breast feeding in public in a reserved fashion. NOPE. Baby comes first, which is as it should be, and I am crazy proud of her after seeing her feed Cole on the side of the road during a walk, in a Whole Foods cafe, Barnes & Noble cafe, even in the lamps section of a Wal-Mart. As it turns out, I worry more than I needed to. It’s easy to feed with discretion, easy to keep from exposing oneself, and if people get a sense that there is breast feeding going on, they can’t look away fast enough.
Cole likes to spend so much time in the breast zone, he was starting to comfort nurse well after the milk was gone. I personally had concerns about giving a pacifier, but after polling some parent friends, I felt confident we could do it without making an addict out of the kid. Our next move was to get the breast pump.
We figured because he had been such a latching rock star for the last seven weeks, we would avoid potential nipple confusion.* Our pediatrician told us that if we were at all considering introducing a bottle into feeding, it needed to be within the next two weeks, so we went for it. Christine pumped that evening, and around midnight, when I was pretty much passed out on my feet, it was time to feed Cole.
As you can see if you watch the video below, it was amazing. He obliterated three ounces in eight minutes, and proceeded to pass the hell out right away. Which is great, because I was tired as all get-out too.
Click here if you are unable to see the video.
I occasionally hear about dads who have feelings of jealousy when it comes to not being part of the feeding process. I can say honestly that it was something I didn’t spend much time thinking about. I knew what I was getting into as dad, I wasn’t going to take the bond between a breast feeding mother and her child personally. Having said that, I can now say that being able to feed my son was truly amazing, and I hope all dads get the chance to do it at some point.
World Health Organization (WHO) Ten Facts on Breastfeeding.
*Oh god this is more than I wanted to be talking about nipples. I guess I have to bite the bullet, this is about breast feeding, after all.
FRIDAY FUNNIES! Stephen Lynch
In honor of having the absolute best looking infant on the planet (Based on an informal survey conducted on a smallish cross-section of the population) , I give you an ode to those less fortunate out there. Probably the most offensive thing I was able to dig up.
Lyrics NSFW. Click here if you are unable to see the video.
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