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Thursday, May 22nd, 2014
3 years, 6 months.
It’s official: You have a nose… and it works!
This whole time, I seriously thought there was a good chance you were born without a sense of smell. But I didn’t want to say anything to anyone about it or draw attention to that fact… a fact that was, in fact, just fiction.
(Thanks to Wikipedia, I learned the word for not having a sense of smell: anosmia.)
But now I know, that does not apply to you. All of the sudden, around the time you turned 3 and a half, it’s like the switch came on.
You were just a late bloomer in a world that indeed has different smells.
Before your nose started working, it was like you only knew smells based on their sounds…
These days, it’s like your nose is the first on the scene!
Yesterday morning on the way to school, you asked me, “Daddy, do you smell that?”
I answered honestly that I did not.
You didn’t like my response, mainly because you are ready now for a vacation from school, so you were quite sensitive:
“No Daddy! You do smell that! You do!”
I decided to agree with you.
What’s funny about your newfound sense of smell is that it’s like you don’t yet appear to recognize whether something smells good or bad.
In other words, you don’t get all worked up over bad smells. “Bad” is just another flavor of the smelling rainbow. It’s probably just next to bananas or Play-Doh.
Your main concern is making sure that whatever you are smelling, you’re not smelling it alone.
The switch has been flipped on. You can officially smell things now.
One day, you will learn to (not) appreciate the concept that indeed, certain things smell better than others.
Until then, I will let you figure out on your own which are which.
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Wednesday, May 21st, 2014
3 years, 6 months.
This past Saturday afternoon, as Mommy was gone for a few hours to explore the possibility of becoming a demo singer on the side (we do live in Nashville, after all…), you woke up early from your nap.
We were both in the mood to explore; not to play Legos, cars, or trains.
I decided it was a good time for us to have a fun, free dadventure. It was even more fun because I let you stay in your pajamas.
While our zoo pass is still good for another week or so, I decided to take you by the exotic pet store right down the road from our house, called The Aquatic Critter.
So much so, that Mommy decided to go with us again on Sunday.
One of our family favorites was the “Black Dogface Puffer.” It reminded me of Falcor, the flying dog from The Neverending Story.
But for 199 bucks, I have a feeling we won’t be making him our family pet any time soon; even if he was the perfect mix between a dog and a fish…
Strangely enough, the pet store also has some “not for sale” pets that they keep on display for the potential customers.
You know, like an alligator and some rhino iguanas.
I’m always looking for new ways to introduce you to the world. I want to find ways to mix things up.
Sure, the exotic pet store is technically the poor man’s zoo, but it’s a hit.
We’re not at the right place in life to actually consider having a pet; except possibly a beta fish.
But for now, it’s more fun (and a lot less responsibility) to just visit the pet store and pretend all those cool (and weird) animals are your pets that you visit on the weekend.
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Friday, January 18th, 2013
2 years, 2 months.
As I sat across from you and Mommy last Sunday morning for breakfast at The Perch in Nashville, I had an epiphany for the first time since you were born:
“I am happy about my life.”
Since you arrived, Mommy and I have overcome dual unemployment; two moves; one of our cars breaking down in the middle of the 2nd move; buying a new car; the ceiling of our living room caving in; you having a febrile seizure; me almost losing my job last summer; to finally where we are today:
A state of normalcy where I can finally exhale.
I don’t think most dads’ lives were as chaotic as mine when their first child was born, so perhaps I had a late start in getting to the point of coming to the realization of how happy I am about my life … as a parent.
Today as I was listening to my favorite radio station, WAY-FM, I learned about an article in USA Today called, “Are Parents Happier? Dads May Be, But Not Mom, Singles.”
I read the article which refers to new research in the journal Psychological Science and I get it; at least in my own head. No one needs to explain to me why research would show that dads are happier than single men, single women, and moms.
Here’s my explanation, as spot-on or dead-wrong as it may be:
I’ve never heard a man say, “All I’ve ever wanted was to be a dad.” Yet, I’ve definitely heard many (if not most?) women say that, in regards to becoming a parent.
While I obviously don’t speak for all or most men, I myself never longed to be a father; I just always knew I would be one.
For me, becoming a dad was something as predictable as getting a job, getting married, and getting old.
I only had generic expectations in regards to being a dad. What I didn’t have were dreamed-about expectations about how complete and meaningful my life would seem once you got here.
But that’s the thing. Honestly, I was surprised by the amount of meaning my life gained once I became a dad two years ago.
It’s like I finally mattered to the universe. Because now I matter to you.
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Tuesday, May 25th, 2010
My expectations of what it will be like for my wife and I to have a real baby are pretty limited. When I try to imagine it, I can only think about a few things: the baby crying, the baby being hungry, feeding the baby, the baby wanting to be held, holding the baby, the baby pooping, changing the baby’s diapers, the baby sleeping, us wishing we could sleep.
And aside from the 80’s sitcom stereotypes, I of course am well aware, thanks to everyone who has ever been a parent and given me any advice: There’s nothing in the world more rewarding than being a parent.
In November I will begin to feel like a real parent (once the kid is born). Until then I won’t really truly be able to understand or fathom this most rewarding thing in the world.
It’s funny to think that eventually we won’t be comparing our baby to the size of a certain fruit. (This week our baby is the size of a naval orange.) Eventually, our baby will be the size of a baby. Interesting thought.
Excerpt from “the bump.com”, regarding week 15:
“Continuing the march towards normal proportions, baby’s legs now outmeasure the arms. And, finally, all four limbs have functional joints. Your fetus is squirming and wiggling like crazy down in the womb, though you probably still can’t feel the movements.”
All pictures with the “JHP” logo were taken by Joe Hendricks Photography:
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