Trappings of Parenthood

For those that have yet to join the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of Parenthood, perhaps some comments on the trappings of such a noted investiture:

Epaulettes of Commission - usually consists of the wearing of "burp cloths" on one's shoulders at all times when dealing with a sovereign or chancellor of such an order after mealtime.

Aiguillette of the Sacred Pacifier - as seen as the "gold ropes" on some military uniforms. As a parent, often a (useful!) badge of honour to help keep one's charges content and not overly fussy.

Accolade(s) - a right of passage almost.  Being pissed and vomited on is probably something most people avoid at all costs, but by one's Sovereign or Chancellor of the Order, those joining such ranks accept such ceremonies with bravery and perhaps a little honour.

Making a daddy proud

I write this as Michelle is feeding Joel a bottle. He let out a rather impressive belch and I couldn't help but grin in pride - as did Michelle and her visiting mother. Yeah, it can be a little impolite, but knowing he can get the gas out can't help but make a parent happy.

Just this morning when I popped into his room and started whispering to him that "Daddy is here!", he let out a grin. Well, didn't my heart melt. Knowing the trust and happiness I can install in someone is so new and reassuring - and hopefully it wasn't just gas ;)

Father & Son

What a ride so far!

Well, here we go. I decided to try a blog slightly smaller in scope as compared to past blogs. What better topic that my recent (membership?) to parenthood. Ironic that I chose parenthood to help keep a blog scope focused huh? ;)

It is finally settling in that I am now part of that brotherhood of fathers. My son, Joel <name hidden>, was born on Jan 4, 2011 at 20h51 AST (picture[s] to be inserted later) by c-section at a healthy 7 lbs...well, technically lie half-ounce under, but the attending nurse said formally 7lbs - half ounce was sent all over the surgeon once Joel was free of his "ovarian Bastille" (to borrow a phrase from Family Guy's Stewie ;) ).

I admit I cried - out of over-protectiveness and strength of my wife to endure the 4+ days of labour we SHE through, to end in abdominal surgery, as well as the arrival of our son (still not used to saying that either). Joel's arrival was the fulfillment of not only the dreams of my wife and I, but of those of our families. Considering the medical histories of us both, to actually be blessed with such a perfect gift after so long is short of a miracle.

Well, I best keep the intro post short (for fear of rambling on aimlessly). In time, I hope to spice up the place here a little more and more (first job was finding a template I liked - is ok??), as my virgin blogging skills improve, and continue to share my equally virgin adventures  through fatherhood. Until my nest post, I raise a glass of boiled/"distilled" water to thee.

Jamie/James of M, J T, G, & J

                            ^+--- my new place in the house ranking - after the two cats ;)

PS: Yes, I see the irony (and pun?) of starting a "Fumbling..." blog on Superbowl Sunday ;)