So, it turns out when you don’t sit in front of a computer eight hours a day its challenging to write several paragraphs about what’s been happening. My day is either chasing gremlins or sleeping, and at night I’m far too tired to use a computer. Though I guess I’m not too tired to get repeatedly punched in the face by Promised Consort Radahn in Elden Ring’s DLC. Though perhaps I am feeling extra energized this morning because of after weeks of repeated death I finally beat that jerk. It was so hard… Never have I played a boss battle where I died in the first 30 seconds about half the time.
In more meaningful news, paternity leave has been great by exhausting. My job is way easier than tiny kids. Ella is not quite crawling, but she is army crawling which is very close to the real thing, and Teddy is just climbing everything. He does nothing beyond his grasps at the playground. We even do the monkey bars, though he does get quite a bit of assistance from Dad. Kate has nicknamed me Disneyland Dad, since I seem to have an inability to sit still. Every day I take Teddy (and sometimes Ella) out on an adventure, maybe a new park, maybe the same park, maybe kids zone, maybe a play date. There’s always something fun to do. Ella is so crazy happy. She is basically only upset if she needs a nap, and we thought Teddy was a happy baby. Teddy is still joyful but also pushing boundaries and deliberately doing the “Wrong” thing. The number of times he looks me directly in the eye while doing X, and I just told him not to do X. /Sigh.
Sienna was here last week for her annual visit. She’s getting bigger each year, like literally grew 5inch last year, and her personality is HUGE. Though dealing with the teen issues of her own hatred of existence can be a bit hard. It was fun to watch her fetal position anytime I brough attention to us. Or behaved in any not predictable way… but hey I’m uniquely me. Of course, I’m loud and silly. Sorry, not sorry, Teddy and Ella for all future embarrassment. The only thing I can say is at least your dad is fun and ok to be silly with which you’ll appreciate between ages 0-13 and let’s say 21 and over. Then again, I guess as I got older, I did not appreciate my dad’s socialness. Maybe as kids we are just way too second-hand embarrassed by our parents’ reactions to anything.