Lazy Father's Day

It has taken me some time to realize that I am now a father... and I think I know why. When I was a kid I always looked at my dad as an invincible force, all knowing and all powerful. With time I came to realize that although he is an amazing inspiration in my life, he is just a man going about his life. Something about my initial idea of my dad has been implanted deep in my mind all these years, and now as I went through my transition into Fatherhood, I felt that I should become a "fatherly figure" overnight.
After the extremely hectic day of delivery, I realized something very profound.... I was still the same guy after Naiya arrived. I don't know if it had to do with my 'threadless' cartoon t-shirt I was wearing on the day of her birth or the fact that I still laugh a little when she's loudly filling out a diaper, but I am still the same 'immature' guy I was a week ago. It is very relieving to know that I did not become a different person from one day to the next and it is even better that even though I am the same guy, Naiya will look at me as her invincible and all-knowing father (if Im lucky, at least until she hits her teens).
One thing has changed for sure... I would do anything for her at anytime. The best example of this is waking up at 3am for 2 hrs to help Katie feed her and then try to get her to fall back asleep. Anyone who knows me knows I value my sleep... but now it has become an after thought. Sleeping 5 hrs a night has become "good enough" and coffee has become as essential as water to me. Initially, I thought that babies woke up throughout the night for up to 6 months... I am ready to commit to this 100%. No sleep for 6 months... no problem.. what's the worst that can happen? I only work in a lab.. right? Well turns out that the dreaded no-sleep time is actually 6 weeks on average! Last night Peanut only woke up once during the night... 3am feeding... right on schedule. No problem.. I appreciate the effort she made to let me sleep in on my first fathers day.

Still no sign of Peanut...but I met a clown

So a few days ago I decide to go and meet Carlos at school for lunch. I hadn't left the house in more than 24 hours and was getting restless, so I went on an "adventure day" (aka got dressed and ventures outside). I went to wait for the LRT and an old-ish woman walks up to me and stand uncomfortably close to me and says "so, you ready?". After a brief talk about peanut being due any day and that yes, she was my first, etc., she taps my tummy (awkward...), then looks at my shirt. On my shirt is a pattern with birds and hills and some houses (it sounds like a weird shirt but it's cool - from Threadless). She points to the houses and says "is that your castle?"...that's when i realize things were going to be a bit more interesting than talking to some lady at the LRT station. I answer "um ya", of course that's my castle...ya...and she kinda smiles and says something about her living her dreams, and how she's 66 but doesn't feel like it, and blah blah blah...as i kinda look around to see if there's anyone else around. Then a boy (about 13 or 14) with his friends jumps up and obnoxiously yells that the train is coming. Yes, a distraction. His friends are giggling and such, and then the woman turns to him and says "are you excited?". He kinda looks around and doesn't say anything, which apparently is the cue for the woman to reach into her purse and pull out 3 small beanbag balls that she then juggles and sings a songs "are you exciticated, exciticated exciticated..." (no spelling mistake there, that's what she really sang...). Me and the group of teens stare at this woman, really not knowing what to do. Then the train pulled up. She stopped juggling, reached into her purse again and pulled out a card..."Edmonton Caring Clowns Society - Blarney Bee"...and she says "I'd be glad to come to your baby's first birthday party". OK it makes a tad more sense now, she's a clown. I say "have a good day" and get on the train...not the same car she got into :)