Between our car troubles, being tired from going back to work (me) or being home alone with Oliver all day (Sarah), I thought it was time to share my favorite photos of Oliver. When I see these moments, frozen in time, it makes me smile.
When I see Oliver squirming around and fighting sleep all day (he’s been up, save for 90 minutes, since 5 a.m. today!), I don’t feel so warm and fuzzy. Right now, he’s a cranky and beefy (yes, he weighed 10 pounds, 15-1/2 ounces at his four-week checkup on Monday) little boy.
The pictures were taken by Sarah using her mom’s Canon EOS 20D. In the pictures, Oliver is about two weeks old and his head is in my hand. Enjoy:
It was back to reality today, which marked my first day at the office after four weeks of paternity leave. Part of me was excited to get back to work and have some structure to my daily routine. I thoroughly enjoy what I do for a living, and the people at Standing Partnership are amazingly talented.
However, part of me was a little sad. It was hard to leave my little Oliver and my
helpless overwhelmed beautiful wife. It also was hard to get up at 6-something. It also was difficult going back to work after accomplishing so little over the four weeks I spent away from work.
Before having Oliver, Sarah and I had a huge list of items we’d like to accomplish. You know, during those huge pockets of free time that we didn’t realize would never come to fruition. So we still have shelving units, packed in their boxes, stacked in the basement next to pile after pile of items that need to be organized. We still haven’t purchased a new vehicle for Sarah. And we never got through the dozens of movies we had planned to watch (I think we only watched one movie together during the entire month).
Personally, I was able to accomplish a few items. They included:
- Setting up online banking and bill paying
- Repairing the broken window in our garage
- Getting a new windshield for Sarah’s car
- Completing our tax returns (ouch!)
- Almost growing a beard (I only shaved three or four times, though I consistently looked about 15 years old)
We also got to spend a lot of time with family, which was nice. And at least today was just one day, so I have the entire weekend to recover. Next week will be the big test of my endurance. Wish me luck!
The other day, my buddy Jen wrote about taking her son Drew to the store for the first time. Her trip was quite eventful. Oliver’s first trip to the store? Smooth sailing.
We took him into Target yesterday on the way to his grandmother’s house. With a full belly, and after a 30-minute car ride, he was sleeping like, well, a baby. He slept the entire time we were in the store, as long as the shopping cart kept moving. Sarah has a way of turning picking out shampoo into a 5-minute affair. She gets mad at me, but I always (ALWAYS!) get frustrated and say something like, “You’re 33 years old. Just pick out some G-D shampoo!” I can’t stop myself from saying it, despite the fact that I inherently will be scolded for being impatient. (What can I say? I’m impatient. So sue me.) Oliver must have inherited that trait for me, because he got just a touch fussy anytime we stopped to wait on Sarah to pick something out.
Hopefully Oliver sleeps through all his store visits over the next several months. Sarah’s going to be making most of them alone since I will be back at the office starting tomorrow. Enjoy the picture of the other two-thirds of the Lopinot family on the way into Target:
Oliver’s diaper rash was getting out of control, but it’s been retreating the past couple of days thanks to our new treatment option: Soaking his rear in water for 15 minutes and then letting him spread out on a towel and air dry afterward. We do this a few times a day.
We have been using his baby bath, filling it full of water to cover his butt. But the first time, we thought it would be best to use an old stew pot (it wasn’t; but the pictures are hilarious). And when he’s air-drying on the floor, Molly cannot help but lay next to Oliver and watch over him. She slinks around, acting curious but not touching him. She just likes to stare.
Here’s Oliver in the stew pot, along with a picture of Molly on guard:
It’s been a blast having Oliver’s Aunt Jennie and Uncle Ryan at our house these past few days. We’ve also been blessed to have Grandma Sharon and Grandpa Neal in town. We’ve always been a family that’s big on games. It’s mostly cards, but also board games over the years. Well, since buying the Nintendo Wii in December 2006, family gatherings have had an added video game element.
My parents usually will bowl on Wii Sports or just watch us youngsters play the games. However, I got them playing today before they made the trek home to Springfield, Mo. There’s nothing like the Wii for making my dad (one of the smartest, though also goofiest, people I know) and my mom (who’s heart is as big as they come but who’s not the most gifted of athletes) look like goofballs.
The videos I’ve been posting are nothing short of awful in quality, but for those of you know my mom and dad, you may get a kick out of them jamming with the band on Raymond Raving Rabbids 2. Check it out: