Baby Nicknames

Just to keep track, here are some nicknames we've been calling our baby boy:

MOST COMMON

Mr. Wiggles

Mr. Squirmy Squirm

Mr. Poopy Pants

Little Worm

Sad Face

Mr. Suspicious

Monkey

Our Little Monkey

Mr. Hiccups

Bright Eyes

LESS COMMON / SITUATIONAL

Mr. One Sock Poopy Pants

Mr. Kicky Kicks

Mr. Pee Diaper

Poopy Foot

Pee Face

Burrito

Smashy Face

NICKNAMES MY WIFE DOES NOT BELIEVE I CALL HIM (BUT I DO)

(OR DO I?)

(I'M NOT BEING MYSTERIOUS,
I REALLY CAN'T REMEMBER...)

L.L. Cool Baby

The Amazing Technicolor Poop Machine

Chimichanga

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Baby loses belly button cord / umbilical cord end / whatever that nub was called

Baby's umbilical cord black crust finally fell off after exactly three weeks.

Baby's mama saved the hard black stub for me so when I got home, I could throw it away.

But not before she took a picture of it, and made jokes about putting in my cereal. (It looks like a raison.  Sort of...)

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Also today, baby sucked his thumb, probably for the first time, but who really knows.

Power Out With Baby on Lap

Power was out most of today, from 9:15am to now!  (What the ef!)

Called the mayor on her cell phone - and she picked up!  Love small cities.

But she couldn't do anything about it...it's...er...out of her power.  :-/

We had McDonalds for dinner.  By candlelight.  Baby slept most of the evening!  Happy Valentine's Day, baby!  (In this last context, "baby" refers to the wife.)

Editor's note: The power would come back on just over 30 minutes after this post went up - at 12:30am.  Meaning it was off for 15 hours and 15 minutes.  What the fuck, indeed.

Watching TV with a Newborn

Watched 3 hours of boring Winter Olympics tonight with the baby asleep on the lap.

Pediatrician recommended no TV until the baby is 2 years old.

But the baby was facing AWAY from the TV, so I'm pretty sure tonight doesn't count.

Pretty sure.

Baby poops very loudly

When the baby poops, he poops very loudly.

Not all of the time, but most of the time.

As if he is holding it in, and waiting for his time.

And then it's BAM.  Louder than I could possibly do myself.

Which is great, in the sense that we know when he's pooed.

And it's a pretty funny sound.

But then my wife brought up this valid point: "What if it's difficult for him to poo and so he has to push it all out at once?"

So now we're concerned about his loud poos...but not too worried, because we're first time parents, and we know we worry about everything, including, but not limited to, the decibel level of poops.

Peed on me while changing a diaper. Three times.

If every time a father was peed on an angel got his wings, there'd be a lot of angels with wings...

And one more tonight.

Anyhow, I've really got to learn how to change a diaper without getting peed on.  This is ridiculous.

Today, my son tried to pee in his own face while lying on his back.  A worthy feat, but I blocked his accomplishment by putting up my hand, thus preventing him from swallowing urine.

By his crying, I don't think my son fully appreciated my efforts.

Another time his pee hit the wall next to the changing table.  Good shot, I said.  And then cleaned it up.

Welcome To "New Dad's Blog" ("First Time Dad Blog" was taken)

This is a blog from me, ND, (New Dad), a FTD (First Time Dad) in Los Angeles, CA.  (California)

It will probably end up mostly being a boring, self-absorbed account of my (lack of) parenting skills.

Hopefully it will be humorous.  I'll try to put the more "humorous" posts in one place, so you can skip to those.

This is not one of them.  (Sorry!)

Beyond a record of my son's life, and mild amusement, the final hope is this blog will help other first-time fathers feel good about how they're going in some small way.  I'm (slowly) learning that parenting is all a big mess, and we're trying to just trying to juggle our way through it.

There's an apt metaphor in there somewhere.

There may or may not be pictures.  It's not as if there's a committee, I just haven't given it much thought.

Lastly, apologies in advance for the typing errors, typos, overuse of parentheses (hey!), etc.  I'm writing fast because you never know when that boy will cry, or when New Mom will find out I'm blogging instead of doing dishes.

In fact, New Mom just told me there are ants in the kitchen, and "someone" left the freezer open a crack last night.

Who is this "someone" messing everything up?

Anyhow, enjoy the blog.  I've got to go.  Signing off as...

-ND (New Dad)