TWICE THE ADVENTURE
So, I am a "new" father, again, for the first time, for the last time (if I can learn how to dilute my sperm). The details of the birth of my second daughter are enough to fill an exclusive article. Some of the highlights include; wizard spells, elixirs, and conduit...I'll get around to that tale at a later date.
Since I am not mentally at full power, I wanted to briefly summarize the lay of the land.
Last night as I was eating my 2 1/2 year old daughters Dr. Praegger Spinach patties for dinner, in my bed, in about 3 seconds, it hit me. My life is now truly gone. I guess I figured I had it all down, babies, poop, pee, lack of sleep, etc And in many ways my wife and I do have it down. We both knew what to expect, how to prepare, and how important it is not to speak with each other until we've both had our coffee. But you still have to execute, and we are, but oh boy!!! Its back to basics with a twist. Our 2 1/2 year old , the new big sister, king of the litter, she can be tender at times. Tender and explosive actually. From 0 to 80mph in 2 seconds flat. When I think about it , she is the biggest obstacle. Yeah, there wasn't enough emphasis on breaking in the first born in all the discussions with regard to the new born. And being a first born child myself, it is no wonder I always felt superior to my sibling...and I mean forever. Its hard to shake that everlasting shock of a new baby "stealing" the attention that was always mine. My heart goes out to all the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, born children.
I'm going to go and play with my older daughter and meditate on this. She just learned how to spit on the floor, so I'm gonna deal with that. I figure while my wife is still on maternity leave I can coddle my first born do the general maintenance with my new born.. In about 2 1/2 weeks its game over. We'll probably all be eating spinach patties in bed...in a mental asylum.
