Monday, June 21

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

Yesterday was my first Father’s day as a dad. I still can’t believe that the word “father” applies to me. It was an easygoing day. Ani got me a book to help code this site, and I think it is helping. She was a little sad when I woke up, because Ruby was supposed to surprise me by wearing pajamas that said “daddy’s little girl” on them. Apparently, during the night, Ruby decided to show those pajamas a thing or two. With superhuman strength and prowess, she pooped through her diaper and all over her father’s day outfit. Thatta girl Ruby. You show those diapers who is boss. Surely they now know that they are no match for you. I’m glad my daughter is more powerful than the average Huggy, but I wonder if she intentionally targeted the father’s day pajamas? I must admit that I would be a little creeped out if I saw an adult woman wearing clothes that said “daddy’s little girl.” Maybe she projected herself decades into the future, found her outfit distasteful, and warped back to aught-four (I hope that in the future everyone refers to these years as aught-three, or aught-four) to crap on it. Don’t be offended Ruby. For now, it’s ok to be daddy’s little girl. When you are older, I don’t think anyone will call you a “little” anything. I’m 6’3”, and Ani is 5’11”. Let me apologize now for the impending size of your feet. I am confident that if I work especially hard as a father, this will be the last father's day present on which Ruby will crap.

While the outfit was spinning away in the washing machine, I took an early afternoon nap. Ruby’s sleep patterns are gradually getting better, but they are still fairly inconsistent. I catch a few winks whenever I can. At about 3:00, I tumbled off of the couch in reaction to our extremely loud doorbell. I hadn’t quite come to my senses before realizing that I was talking to my own father on my front doorstep. I was fumbling around with half formed sentences, slowly becoming aware in my half dazed state that I had forgotten to pick up a card for him, and I was confused by the fact that he was trying to hand me an envelope. It took me a couple of minutes to even invite him in. Ironically, as I was realizing that I had been a dork and forgot a father’s day card, he was giving one to me. It was pretty funny actually; he wrote about trying to find a battery-operated blow dryer for nights out on the town.
I wish that I could have joined him and my brothers on their father’s day bike ride, but I had to go to work.

After a busy and late night, I returned home, snuck in, and checked my email, and was very happy to find a sweet e-card from Justin’s mom, and an email from mine. Thanks to all of you for your happy father’s day comments! As I slithered into bed, Ani told me to look at Ruby; she was wearing her father's day pjs. I turned on my bedside reading light, and this is what I saw.

Daddy’s little girl. She’s so beautiful.