Alan Kercinik has been a Chicagoan his whole life and a dad since 2009. He finds it easy to relate to his two boys, since he still likes most things from his childhood. All opinions here are his own, to the relief of his wife, employer, family and majority of his friends.
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- Woke up and shuffled into the boy’s room, where I was greeted with much smiling and kicking of feet.
- Went for a coffee shop breakfast with the boy and the wife. Stopped eating my egg sandwich because he wanted a bottle. Jack smiles and laughs pretty much all his waking hours. Except when he’s hungry. As far as I know, he’s not been exposed to gamma radiation. Even so, I sometimes worry that he’s going to Hulk-out if he’s not fed fast enough.
- Finally cut off the plastic ID bracelet I got in the hospital after the boy was born. (It was nothing more than theft-deterrent, like a baby Lo-Jack, but I hadn’t yet been able to bring myself to take it off.) The wife replaced it with something a bit more permanent, with his name inscribed on one side and his birthdate on another. It will, we hope, help me to look a little less like an “escaped mental patient”, which is the way a friend’s wife referred to me after seeing his hospital ID on my wrist.
- Pulled over and changed a toxic diaper in the back seat of our car, because he was in no mood to sit in it as we drove around for the day. No easy task under the best of circumstances, but the cramped quarters added an extra layer of difficulty as I tried to keep the situation contained. God Himself trembles at what will come out of the boy when he starts on solid food. Or eats his first burrito.
- Spent a two-hour period trying to calm him down, because he had this spell where he was clearly taken over by angry spirits. The only thing that calmed him down was being held.
Basically, the perfect day. Thanks to my wife and my little man for making it possible.
2 comments
Lisa says:
June 30, 2009 at 2:43 am (UTC -5 )
Sounds like the perfect day for a new pop. Changing a crazy toxic diaper in the car is a rite of passage. And I REALLY hope the crying fit was not your introduction to the witching hour. William’s was 6 pm to 8 pm from Week 6 until Week 9. Distant memory…
Lisa says:
June 29, 2009 at 9:43 pm (UTC -5 )
Sounds like the perfect day for a new pop. Changing a crazy toxic diaper in the car is a rite of passage. And I REALLY hope the crying fit was not your introduction to the witching hour. William’s was 6 pm to 8 pm from Week 6 until Week 9. Distant memory…