Today, the game has returned. In commemoration of the Great Bambino, I partook of the holy sacrament: a hot dog and a beer. So far now, it’s the bottom of the Seventh and the Twins are up 3 to 2.
The best part is sharing this with my son. He’s slowly beginning to grasp who is doing what on the screen and what it means for the game. It’s great watching him get excited over a swing-through strikeout (though he forgets which team we are rooting for). It’s grand. I love answering his questions about what is going on. I am definitely looking forward to taking him, and eventually the girl too, to ballgames with me.
I also like how watching this inspires him to play. Better than any cartoon, baseball will make a kid want to run outside with a bat and a glove and take some swings. I’m already planning out my summer to involve lots of the baby napping in the shade while he and I throw around a ball for a bit.
Oh, by the way, it’s snowing nice and wet and hard, and it has been doing that all day. Reminds me a bit of a rant from last year.
Play ball, folks!
My oh my has it been a week. I think it may be best to go through it chronologically, since, amazingly enough, that is how it happened.
Last Sunday was Easter. For me, this meant struggling to wrap my mind around twice-a-year church-goers who talk throughout Mass while doing my best to hide my contempt for even false capitulation. Neither endeavor was successful. At least the end of the day got me fed and I watched my son enjoy strapping on a helmet and riding around on a scooter for the first time.
Monday was supposed to be my first day of work returning from spring break. However, my baby girl had not even been a week old and needing to go in to the doctor kept me from heading in. Emily’s eyes had begun to yellow to the point of worrying M and I about jaundice setting in. We knew her biliruben levels had jumped quite a bit by her tests the Friday prior, so we went in. The doctor reassured us that she did not look any worse than when he saw her three days before, and we opted out of doing another test. It is a dreadful test. They prick the baby’s heel and for several minutes squeeze the blood out of their foot.
Tuesday I made it in to work. Eventually. I parked my car in the lot and headed to the front door. As usual this time of year, snow has been melting off during the day and refreezing overnight, creating sheets of ice everywhere in the morning. I made it across the first parking lot glacier. On the second, I felt completely sideways, buckling my right foot underneath me. It hurt.
If you ever wonder how I got to be the way I am, this is it:
We made it home on Wednesday evening after final checkups on Mommy and Emily at six. Since then, things have been quiet. Austin stayed over at Grandma and Grandpa’s that night as well to give the three of us a little time to relax after our hospital stay. Now our family of four is home and here to stay.
When we left home on Monday afternoon, it was all still in a state of disarray since the baby shower was on Saturday and Sunday was interrupted by the usual nonsense. Now since having Emily join us and come home, our loads of equipment have somehow tripled. So we’re slowly piecing things together, finding convenient places for all of it, and seeing what actually works and what only seems good in theory.
All is well. Emily went in for an initial checkup on Friday, and they tested her again to see if jaundice is setting in. Things are still good, but we’ll be watching closely just in case. It helps that Mommy and I can barely take our eyes off her anyway.
I’ll write more about the whole event when I have some more specific downtime. On top of the stuff we have to do to reestablish our house as a home for four, my dear lappy decided to end its life rather abruptly. The disconnect from the digital world is a tad unnerving, but also nice. All will be back up and running when I get back to work on Tuesday (I think I will take tomorrow off as another day to sort and clean and whatnot.)
In all, Austin, M and I are still on Cloud Nine. Though honestly, I’m waiting to be able to breathe. Emily is so small and quiet, my ears prickle to hear her through the silence. I’m far more attuned to Austin’s general decibal level and when it’s quiet, that’s when I check on him. Plus it doesn’t help me that I’m completely stuck on my baby princess. At least M smirks at me as the ‘Doting Daddy’.
Either way, I’m not planning on being able to draw a stable breath until about 2033.
Why does this remind me of Val and I in our younger days?
Some pro pictures taken at the hospital today.
Another quickie picture post. (Again, click to see full-size image).
Big Brother Meets Baby Sister.
Austin Sings To Emily.
My Two Kids.
Ladies and Gentlemen of Radioland, introducing Emily Rose Fryer!(click the pictures for full size images)
Arriving in on March 17th at 11:57 pm, just in time for Saint Patrick’s Day.
Weighing in at 7 lbs, 10 oz.
Twenty-One inches long.
Here she is peeking out and cuddling with Mommy.
Baby Emily with her Daddy.
Miss Emily Rose Fryer.
She’s our beautiful baby girl.
My oh my does this look like the death throes of the recording industry? Perhaps the internet will help herald the end of manufactured ‘music’. But I suppose as long as people think what’s seen on television is music and that only pretty people can sing, then they’ll be making their buck on MTV advertisement dollars.