A New First

As you can tell by the pictures below, Townes began eating cereal yesterday. At first Jamie and I were a little apprehensive about how well he would like the cereal or if he would instinctively chow down on anything that he puts in his mouth. We were surprised and relieved to see him eat that nasty cereal like his Dad eats three day old sushi at the Chinese buffet. I have now confirmed it, Townes truly is my child! It isn't the fact that he bears a striking resemblance to his old man or how he cries when he is hungry, tired or needs to poop. Yesterday was the only true paternity test needed (not that there needed to be one). He nearly gnawed the rubber coating off the spoon and when he was finished he kicked his feet and beat his hands on his high chair and cried for more. MY SON! We were so proud of that little guy!

He continues to amaze us everyday with his new accomplishments and feats of strength. Jamie and I devote at least an hour a day going over our short and long term goals for him. So far he responds by giving us a confused look and pukes on himself. Once again, just like his Dad! We have decided that since he can eat cereal now he is old enough to change his own diapers. I will give you updates as we live vicariously through him!

Just a Few More

Townes Laughing

Townes and Me

I thought I would take the opportunity to update the four of you who read this blog on the growing relationship between Townes and myself. I must admit that the words "I quit!" escaped my mouth a few times when I was forced to participate in Townes' late night ritual of screams and gnashing of teeth (or gums). Much like the mysterious howl from the Hound of the Baskervilles, Townes would awaken in the wee hours of the morning with a cry that would make the hair on your neck stand on end. At times I wasn't sure if Townes was simply hungry or if a barn owl had just killed a rabbit in the back yard. Needless to say, we had some rough times that pushed us both to the limit. Townes confided in me last week that he had contacted numerous attorney's in the Central Missouri area in regards to divorcing his father. I, in turn, confided in him that I had contacted a few doctors regarding a "return to the womb" procedure. Luckily, we both failed in our attempts and have decided to get along.

The past couple of weeks have been bliss and I am beginning to enjoy every aspect of fatherhood. A month ago I cringed when Jamie had to go to work and leave me all alone with Townes. Now I enjoy our father/son evenings and appreciate the one on one time I get with my baby.

I guess this is a little sentimental but I have realized that I am getting soft in my old age. Plus, just look at the pictures below, who wouldn't be a softie with that little guy!

Townes Latest

Keep Your Mouth Closed!

I just wanted to add a quick note about a new first in the realtionship between my son and I.

Sunday was a beautiful day filled with sunshine, birds and 70 degree weather. Jamie and Townes slept most of the day due to Jamie's lack of sleep from the day before. Anywho, I brought Townes into the living room with me because he loves to watch reruns of High School Reunion and Andy Griffith. We played on the couch for a few minutes and I began to notice that his big, gummy smile had turned into a look of confusion and surprise. I quickly began trying to cheer him up by giving him a big smile of my own. Suddenly I realized why this strange look had come across his face, TWO WORDS: Projectile Vomit. I know what you are asking yourself, "did David still have his mouth open?", the answer....YES! Folks, I am not talking about a little drop of partially digested breast milk on the tip of my tongue, I am talking about a direct, you sunk my battleship, shot to the mouth. The taste was terrible. The only way I can explain it is imagine what old skim milk mixed with Grapefruit juice would taste like. I gagged like I had just swallowed...well baby puke! I screamed like a little girl and proceeded to take Townes back to his Mother while I washed my mouth out with Comet. Just kidding. Kind of.

I have now reached a new pinnacle in my life. I have been pooped on, peed on, puked on. Townes has now peed in my mouth and puked in my mouth. You can bet your bottom dollar that I won't go for the Trifecta.