Today is the last day at home with my little man. Next week we start daycare. I woke up early and got instantly depressed. This time that we've had together has just flown by. The morning are always the best time too he wakes up with this huge grin.

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off for some play time. I think someone needs a tickle.

With a rebel yell he cried More! More! More!

E has added yelling to his communication oeuvre. He seems to be testing out various shrieks and screams to see what exactly will come out. It can be a bit unsettling as you try to drink a cup of coffee and this tiny thing explodes in noise.

The dog grows more pensive.

THE FIT

Is there anything worse than the tantrum? We're in the middle of a nuclear meltdown. It started innocently enough with a simple visit to the playpen while Dad went to use the restroom and there's been no abating since. The cries urge you to pick him up and then when he instantly turns off the spigot you feel played, played like you answered that junk mail for the russian bride who is really interested in visiting Ammerica and havfing funn.

Oh and don't even think about breakfast, the crawler will find you no matter where you go.

ding ding

Round 2!

Defensive Stance

The wee one and I take a walk every day mostly for dad's sanity. We hit the park mostly where I enter the Kingdom of Moms.

Before the his arrival I'd heard about dads getting comments or even hostility from strangers at the sight of a gay dad and his son so I've been prepared. I've got my skillz and I'm ready to protect my family. The only problem? Nothing has happened. The worst is a woman commented to me as I was leaving a govt. office that I should put his jacket on before going outside. (I told her I was going to do it in the lobby because apparently he has an allergic reaction to sleeves.) Yeah this was rude but I couldn't claim a hate crime exactly.

So as I cross out Mother on yet another form and write in Dad I'll take a moment to thank the mothers with open minds and the gay dads who came before me.