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My ‘lil strongman

My son was playing in the bathroom this morning (don’t make me explain how/why he was…that’s totally another post…) and he started doing as he sometimes does: grabbing the lever which turns the tub water on. Don’t stress, he wasn’t in the tub. I let him try to turn it because he rarely does, but when he gets it pulled just right and the water comes pouring out, his expression is priceless.

Well, he’s standing there jerking on the lever…and it pops off in his hand. He turns to me with this really confused and slightly scared look in his face. How do you respond so that a child knows that what he did is not okay, but that he’s not in trouble – and that it is actually something pretty funny? I don’t know. I tried. I was laughing too hard…but I tried.

I wonder if he’ll ever touch that lever again….

Bad Daddy….

So after I got home from class my wife had put both sons to bed and we were getting ready to knock out ourselves when our oldest started crying – again. Apparently he had been crying on and off for over an hour. My wife suggested maybe giving him a teething tablet, because it was probably his teeth hurting him. So I grabbed a couple of tablets and took ‘em in to him.

Only, the lights were out it was one of the nights where his room was pitch black. The only way to give the tablets to him was to stick my hand in his crib and find his mouth and insert them. I thought it was interesting he was just lying on his back crying, but I just thought it was because he was so tired and yet in such pain he couldn’t sleep.

Well, his crying only got worse and woke up our newest addition to the household. So my wife went in to check on the oldest again. And found that he had gotten his leg stuck in the bars of the crib. Yeh, he’d probably been stuck that way for the last hour. And to add insult to injury, when I came in, I just stuck something in his mouth and left him. He was upset, to understate it.

So I got him unstuck and rocked him back to sleep. He doesn’t seem mad at me or anything this morning…but next time he’s in there crying so long, I’ll definitely check all his limbs before going back to bed.

One of my favorite Keaton Pics

Okay, I just wanted to share one of my favorite Keaton pics with you. The picture below has been cropped just around him so you can see his expression, and how I somehow managed to capture him in full motion. The funniest part, to me, is that he looks like he has no thumb because of how he’s holding his hand. You can click on the pic below to view the full picture in all it’s 9MP glory…

Heres my little man running wild!

Here's my little man running wild!

little mr. splashy

So a couple of nights ago I was giving my son a bath. Not so unusual. He’s finally graduated from the blow-up duckie bath thingy to the full bathtub. What that really means is that he’s got more room to swing his arms, and the other night he was fully utilizing his wingspan. Wow. Wasn’t sure I was gonna need a shower after that.

Then he snagged his washcloth and was using that to fling water around! Actually made me a little jealous…

the beginning trials of a new dad, 2nd time over

yeah, so I’m pretty pumped about having had my second son yesterday. Awesome stuff. My wife went “all natural”, which translates into no drugs and lots of pain for her. Me? The worst I got was on the last two pushes when she snagged my hand just right to squeeze my wedding ring between my middle finger and pinky. My ring finger was fine, but I was praying super hard that Benjamin came soon, because I was sure my ring was cutting through my fingers all the way to the bone. And she was gripping my hand so tightly (and rightly so, might I add – she was pushing at the time!) that I couldn’t work my other hand in to take its place. Well, Benjamin was born and I quickly (almost) forgot about the pain in my hand.

In the afternoon my parents brough Keaton (my firstborn) over to see his momma and his new little brother. Of course, as soon as he saw Benjamin, he pointed and said, “Kitty.” Then he proceeded to find everything in the hospital room that he wasn’t supposed to play with and try to get at it. That’s my boy!!!

My brilliant plan was to let him see mommy (more importantly, for mommy to see him!), and then take him home, grab dinner on the way, play with him a bit at home, and then get him to bed so he didn’t have someone he wasn’t used to putting him down. Lucky for Terra and I, Benjamin was born on the move-in weekend for the UNC campus, where the UNC hospital is. It took me a good half-hour to get off campus, and then the two primary interstates upon which I have to drive home were back up because of traffic (I was trying to go home at 5pm – again, brilliant plan!) and a couple of little wrecks. All in all, a drive which could take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour took almost two hours. Keaton was going nuts by the time we got home. I did (rather wisely, I might humbly add) stop and grab dinner as soon as I could, so he spent most of the trip munching on chicken nuggets and fries.

In the end, he stayed up an hour later. But I will admit, if these are the depth of my trials as a new dad (which I very much doubt), I am perfectly happy to endure. God has blessed us with two healthy, energetic young sons, and I am so privileged to be their father.

I’m a dad!!! Again!!!

yep, that’s right. Benjamin Cai Jones was born this morning at 3:25 am, weighing in at 8 lbs, 5 oz, and measuring at 21.25″ long. I told my wife I would let her post the first pics…so be checking our family blog (Jones Journey – in the column on the right).

And don’t sweat, I’ll post some more pics as well!!!

Readin’ to my son

Here’s a video my wife promised everyone (heh heh, I got it up first!!!) of me (attempting a) reading of a pretty clever little book.

another price of fatherhood

yeah, so we’re trying to let our son cry it out these days. If he starts crying in the middle of the night, we let him work it out on his own. Unless its late enough for him to get up…

so here’s how it goes, Yesterday (actually, the night before yesterday…if that makes sense…not last night, but the night before) He slept pretty well, waking up and wimpering a small amount, but right back to sleep for him. Then, at 5:30am he starts making some noise. I have to get up at 6, so I figure he’ll amuse himself for a bit and then want to get out by 6. So I just lay in bed.

All of a sudden my wife was like, “Zach, it’s 6:30…” (there should be an exclamation point there, but we were both so out of it). Yeah, I probably could have dozed/slept until at least 7am yesterday.

Today, he’s wide awake at 5:40. On my day off.

Just another small price of fatherhood.