Month: November 2015

Here’s a subject that is neither glamorous nor is it always comfortable, but never the less necessary and important. I for one knew nothing about baby bowel movement prior to having a baby… on the other hand it would be a bit odd if I did.

Anyway, recently Ean went through one of his first major holdbacks when it came to pooping. When he was born he could perform up to three times a day, which is perfectly fine. If you’re reading this and don’t have a baby and if your baby will be breastfed, you might want to be prepared to experience brown water for the first 6 months. On the upside, if your baby’s breastfed it’s not going to smell bad (obviously it’s not jasmin flower smell either).…

I like to socialize and don’t mind being generous with my time and attention, whether someone recognises me outside as the Fatherologist, or if they’re just smitten by my sons smile. I get it, for younger people it represents something they probably will have in the future and for the older people it reminds them of when their kids were just babies. Or maybe they just like cutesy little cozy packages of joy. The reasons are many to want to approach someone with a baby.

But, I don’t understand how someone goes from wanting to say hi and do a little “goo-goo gaa-gaa” with the baby, to actually start touching my child. Okay, even that can be understandable, they want him to grab their finger with his tiny hand, or tickle his feet… sure, I’ll play along… but what in frogs name is going on when people start touching a baby’s face?…

As parents we are all eager to share our kids success and progress but what you see a lot less of in social media is the downsides of parenting, the hard times and the struggles. For me, I recently passed through one of those periods and since I’m trying to be really honest with this blog and articles I want to be honest about this too.

As you may know I’ve been dealing with a pretty big house renovation and last week was the culmination of that as we struggled to hit the deadline, pack and clean out our rented apartment and trying to find some kind of decent level of standard of living for us and my visiting family despite not having finished painting or installed internal doors. Needless to say everything was a big mess.

At the same time Ana was working full time, which meant I somehow had to work, get the house ready and care for Ean at the same time. Ean was not very happy with the change of location, or the lack of attention that came with it and he took to tears more than I care to remember. Last week in general was a blur of tears, diapers, dust and frustration.…