Day One

Captains Log.
Stardate: October 5, 2009

First day as Full-Time Dad.  The day commenced with the early wake up.  Somehow, I ended up with a small child on the other side of the bed.  That child had twitchy feet.  I was up 12 minutes earlier than I should have.

I woke up and went down to the Bridge(aka "The Kitchen") to check all systems(aka "get my laptop") and set up my mobile command center(aka "moved my laptop to the kitchen").  After setting up the laptop, I opened up my calendar to follow the rigorous schedule left behind by the *real* captain(aka "wife").

I juggled making breakfast("toasting pancakes") with packing lunches.  My skin wretched as I handled the processed meat products("ham") on the sandwiches.

7:13   At the busstop("end of driveway")
7:18   Bus arrives ("PARTY TIME...DANCE FEVER!!!!!")

Breakfast for Isabelle and Noah("leftovers of aforementioned breakfast").  Running on treadmill(aka "emulating the gerbil").  Took Isabelle and Noah to Bloom for essentials("rubber hat, large foam finger that says "WE'RE NUMBER ONE", etc").  Fed grunions again, Isabelle to busstop.  Took Noah to Home Depot and Target for some downtime.  On the way into the store, Noah let out a real gut-busting belch.  I calmly say, "I'm so proud...".  I then hear "hello, Ryan".  It was some one from church.

Inside Target, Noah and I sit for some quality bonding time.  At this point, I felt like making him laugh...you know, trying to overcome all of my crappy dad moments from the last few years.  I began crossing my eyes in circles.  This is what happened:




I'm glad he didn't end up throwing up as I thought that was coming.  After coming back, we sealed the cracks in the pavement on the driveway.  After 58,340 times of telling Noah "don't step on the cracks, stay off the driveway", he road his bike over one.  "I didn't step in it", he said.  Semantics.  Just like work.

After that, we went for a bike ride(aka "the dad you see in all the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints commercials").  Once we came back, the rest of the kids got off the school bus.  Started dinner(okay, it *was* a bit early).  Cleaned kitchen, cleaned ceiling fans, ran sweeper, finished dinner, made exotic salad, cleaned up, had family home evening, sang songs, made sundaes, watched 35 minutes of "Sound of Music", said prayers, watched 15 minutes of "Ratatouille"), kids bedtime.

Now?  Finish laundry, fold mucho bel grande clothes and plan tomorrows endeavors.

On the block tomorrow:  the garbage people didn't take the old Wal-Mart armoire.  With a solid answered prayer, someone will have taken it tonight.  I doubt it.  So tomorrow, I will get the chainsaw or demolition hammer out to destroy that bad oscar.  Maybe strip the floors too.  3 years of wax on no-wax linoleum floors makes my heels stick to them.  Also taking Noah on a long bike ride with his Third Wheel bike on the back of mine.

Should be a hoot....