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Toxic Waste, Products, Crying and Everything Nice

It's a hair past a week since a new human being entered the Jackson home. This house has been home to two humans and four animals (three cats and one dog). Only the Beagle and the female cat, Allie, remain. Bones is in Maryland being spoiled by the in-laws, and PJ passed a couple weeks ago. It seems strange not having him wander to my office while I'm typing this note, announce his presence with a soft "mehh" (his meower hadn't been strong for years), and come over to my legs for a rub. To have a new person in this home seems refreshing and surprisingly not as scary as I imagined.

What have I learned over the past week? What goes in a baby, must come out. The diaper genie - someone's little invention of a supped-up waste can - is great in that is contains the seeping doom that lies within. A seething furnace would be a better place to chunk some of these diapers! :)

A guy who never wanted to hold babies (let's face it, no guy really wants to hold a kid unless they're a father) and certainly never wanted to change a diaper, took to both rather quickly. It's funny how things change when it's your own child. Cross the threshold of parenthood and things are a bit different - maybe if for no other reason than thinking about this tiny person who can't take care of themselves.

A baby really isn't that fragile. Not that I've dropped her or anything like that! This kid is strong! She has a grip that could pull chest hair out and kicks that could put an eye out. She's come close to the chest hair part, anyway.

Make a product that parents can buy and retire. The amount of baby products that are available is staggering. Sell it to the medical field, retire, and then buy a football team or Donald Trump.

If a baby cries in your face just cry back, making the same sound and face. At least with Georgia, she either wants center stage and won't compete with her dad...or refuses to made fun of and stops. Shhhhh, don't tell mom! ;)

Fatherly advice? I'm not qualified as of yet...heavens, no. I would say that no one can really describe how one will react or feel or think when they become a dad. Sure, people will try to offer advice - and it's good to listen. In the end, it's your family. Every dad is different...every mom is different...every baby is different...every environment is different.

Georgia is pretty laid back from what I've seen and heard. That's a blessing. It's good she is...since her pop still has to come back from DC a few more times before moving everyone north. The house goes on the market in a week or two.

More to come...

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