In May of last year my Grandson Jayden arrived at our house on the mountain here in Bataan Philippines. We were all quite pleased with the new little dude, plus I’m thinking, it’s a good sized house how much room can the little guy take up? The answer to that I’ve found is; “All of it!”
It is all the accouterments that accompany babies that are what surprised me. Okay I am responsible for the first one, the car safety seat, and I demand that it be used anytime my little dude gets into the car, I might be stubborn on that subject but I don’t require a “Baby on Board” sticker on my rear window. I’ve seen too many times when it was posted and in fact no baby was in the car. Now that is just wrong.
One time Ymir Thea (our daughter) took the small guy out with her sister in their car. On Facebook I see a picture of our baby in the front seat on my daughter YoHanna May’s lap. I asked where the car seat was and was informed that Chris’s car didn’t have one. But you do, I pointed out and it pretty much fits all cars. When her eyes cast downward, and I knew; “Message received!”
From a male point of view, the first four months of the baby being here I played a very limited role in his life, I’m not involved in the care or feeding, or diaper duty (And I viewed that as a positive factor) but I was allowed to hold him on occasion and kiss his head every day.
During that time the accumulation of stuff begins. The crib that has every safety warning that OSHA and the Consumer Safety Board can think of attached to it but this is the Philippines and the Jay-Man has never slept in it. But it’s a great place to store other stuff.
Now he had hit the four month mark in his little life and I notice there is a little person blooming there. I’m allowed more time with him, and now he is ready to make the trip out of his protective cocoon and venture to my mother-in-laws house down the road. Remember the road system is now complete and a high-tech stroller is required for that journey, the stroller meets all the safety requirements of the crib, car seat and such. One can never have to many safety concerns when caring for a new baby. (Or if Lolo is buying the stuff)
Now that he is 9 months old.The next purchase, and the thing I like the most, is the baby walker, which I refer to as the “Scooter Pooper” For calling it a walker is a total misnomer as my little buddy has yet to walk using it, he moves at hyper-speed once he discovered he had mobility. He is mine now, we can play chase the Lolo, run over the Lolo’s toes, or the favorite one is crash into anything, and if you hit the Lolo there will be extra points.
The other thing that my daughter is not too happy about, is her son, wants to taste anything his Lolo eats. Jif Peanut butter is to him, a taste sensation, Oreo cookies are manna from heaven, and the list goes on. Oh I forgot Cheez Puffs little tiny yellow fingers and all.
I’ve been granted limited permission to have my new best buddy come on walks in the morning with Coco the Flying Labrador and myself, but I’m required to have adult supervision with me, in the form of my daughter or my wife.
So the bottom line is, my house has become a parking lot for baby stuff, our kitchen has been taken over as a baby supply storage area. But please don’t take my comments as a complaint, because I’m at the point now that without my “Little Dude” around, my life would tend to suck. My goal is to spoil him rotten and create a “Mini-Me” (But without the beer) I was wondering last year how I would adjust to a baby in the house, and now I know. I love it!