There is one thing in particular about having a baby around
that continues to surprise me day in and day out. No, it's not how many diapers she goes
through. No, it's not how loudly she can
scream (although it's pretty impressive).
No, it's not her desire to shove anything and everything inside her
gaping mouth-hole. And no, it's not her
insatiable desire to completely soak every stitch of clothing on her body with
her own drool. The thing that shocks me
is just how much stuff an eleven pound baby can accumulate. If I'm talking just the bare necessities (the simple bear necessities?), I have a pretty long list of stuff that I can come
up with.
- · A crib
- · A changing table
- · A place to put her clothes
- · A stroller
- · A car seat
- · A high chair
- · A swing (You just try and tell me that's not essential!)
- · Clothes
- · Diapers
- · Blankets
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| For the final time, none of us are giving you any money... |
Now that you've had to sit through my mini rant, there is
one item in particular that is probably a must have, but I'm having trouble
understanding for the life of me. That
item is socks. Yes, socks. The soft cotton sleeve that you wear over
your foot as a protective barrier between your skin and your shoe? Ok, just making sure you knew what it was. Now, for adults, I'm not disputing the
validity of the sock in everyday life.
Otherwise, we'd likely be living a life full of blisters and extreme
foot odor. For babies and infants in
particular, the sock seems to ultimately be an exercise in futility, even if
baby socks are very, very cute. Allow me
to share with you my experiences with Ellie and socks.
Each morning as the time comes to get Ellie dressed, I will
pull her outfit for the day out of the middle drawer. Beginning with her top half, I pull her shirt
down over the top of her head, careful not to hurt her nose as I do so. Then I begin the arduous task of guiding her
arms through the sleeves and out the other end.
Not necessarily fun as I'm on a time crunch while doing so. If it takes too long, screaming will
commence. No one wants that. Especially if I don't have my ear plugs in
yet. After the sleeves are on, I then
snap the onesie into place on her bottom half and enter 'Phase 2'. 'Phase 2' pretty much is what I like to call
pants. This is arguably more difficult
than the sleeves. If I could just manage
to magically put both of her legs in at once then I would have no issue. The problem is that I haven't figured out a
way to not have to put pants on one leg at a time. Often by the time I've inserted one of her
legs and start on the other one, the original leg has completely exited the
pants. So once the "pants
dance" is completed, it's time to move onto socks.
Now socks are important for Ellie, otherwise her feet get
really cold. They're also not really
difficult to put on. It basically is me
holding her ankle in place and shoving the sock on. There we go; not hard. The problem lies in what happens after the
sock is on. Ellie loves to wiggle and
squirm so much that the sock is removed very quickly. I've actually timed the "lifetime"
of one of her socks at two minutes before.
The girl just cannot stand socks.
Don't know if all babies fight this issue or if it's just mine but it is
definitely a struggle. I've even
considered using painters' tape to make sure that they remain on her feet. Now you know the fact that I automatically didn't
say duct tape means I really have put thought into this because duct tape would
clearly leave a sticky residue on her ankles.
No one wants that. #DaddyWrite
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| Note to self. Don't let a cat teach Ellie how to wear socks... |
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