Today she turned 5……..months.
Today is my daughter’s 5th month birthday. But before i get to that let me rewind a little bit. You might wonder why I’m starting this now as opposed to when baby was born or even before. Well, honestly I thought about it but I just didn’t find the time what with 900 work hours a week and helping wife with baby. But the other day when wife said I should write a blog, I thought “yeah. maybe now I’ll have some time”. So here it is! Anyways for my first post I get to chronicle a first with baby too. The first time she rolled off of something and onto the floor.
So baby has recently discovered the art of the rollover, and using her legs to gain leverage or shift her weight, and like a little ninja she has mastered this art pretty quickly. We’re still barely getting used to the fact that she poops occasionally, so by her adding in new tricks on a weekly basis, to us is akin to asking a morbidly obese person run a marathon. So here’s the situation. My wife asks me to change the baby while we’re sitting on the couch watching T.V. and like a good obedient husband, I oblige. However at the same time we’re watching Deadliest Warrior, which is a show that scientifically matches up different warriors from different periods and tells you who would win. Basically taking a boy’s favorite grade school playground conversation and making a series out of it, and I’m sucked in like a 5th grader. This episode pitted a Roman Gladiator against an American Apache. So after I am done changing baby’s diaper, i stand up mesmerized by the fight on screen between the apache and the gladiator. Oddly enough, so is my wife, so neither one of us notices as our little angel begins swigining her legs over the edge of the couch, slowly inching closer to the edge, until finally, baby slides right off onto the HARD WOOD floor. I didnt actually see it, i just heard the soft crumple of diaper and the dull thud of cheek on wood, and quickly both of us turn to baby, reach down and grab her, and while our instincts are to FREAK OUT, my wife reminds me to not make a big deal of it or baby will indeed freak out. So by the time I sweep baby up and lay her on the couch again to see if she’s ok, i force a big smile and say “youre ok LaLa!” and her look of confusion immediately turns to laughter. Then I wipe the dust from the floor off her cheek.
At this point my wife and I both start cracking up out of relief, nervousness and disbelief that this happened… so soon. And with both of us there. We both felt like jerks, but we also know this kinda thing’s gonna happen. Now we gotta be really careful. I better start baby proofing soon. Baby, happy 5 months! Face meet floor.
What’s gonna happen next?
