Today was a milestone day in the Dubya Household. One fraught with tension, confusion, anxiety and some tears. Mrs. Big Dubya, after a marathon maternity leave of 3 and a half months, donned her business casual office attire and went back to the grind. And, as I sometimes feel in certain situations regarding Little Dubya, I was helpless to do anything but offer my reassurance that things would be fine. That Little Dubya was in good hands with Granny who's not a stranger to babies after all. What else am I supposed to say? It will get better? Sooner or later it will be just another day? Yeah, I'm sure that goes over really well with every other mother who gives birth and then spends every waking (and, in some cases, sleeping) moment with their child then abruptly has that time drastically cut. I'm sure comments like that would go over really, really well. The term "lead balloon" quickly comes to mind. But, in a way, it is like a 12-step program and, like them, one must take things one day at a time. Only 6462 days left until he turns 18 and that feeling begins to disappear.
Well, as you can see, the little guy has certainly changed since we brought him home from the hosiptal in early June. We use the Vermont Teddy Bear as our measuring stick - kind of like a fuzzy, cuddly doorway. And, I think it's pretty damn obvious the bear is shrinking - damn Vermonters and their shoddy products - because it's impossible that Little Dubya's grown that much in such a short period of time. I guess there's nothing I can do to keep this from happening, is there? A little help? Hello? Hey, stop laughing at me.
September 19, 2005
Posted by mr. big dubya at 8:30 PM