Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Rough day with Izzy
I tried to do too much with her around today. I should slowed down more and just enjoyed being with her. I forget, and fell back into being rushed and driven to accomplish things. With her, I just can't do that and enjoy her for who she is, my baby daughter. Tomorrow, I'm just going to enjoy Izzy. I want to be a good father and also just have a goodtime with her. I read an article on being a father and staying at home with your baby. It made me think about how some things are going to change. It will be for the better. She loves to go on walks in the morning. We walk around the block and always stop and say hello to Fred and his dog. She isn't afraid of dogs, but she's too rough with them. We had a nice breakfast together. That little girl can really eat. It's amazing how much she grubs. After that it was playtime. Then I got the bright idea that I really needed sometime to get some house work done, big mistake, I can't clean and pay attention to Izzy. She just gets into everything. She never stops moving. I got frustrated and even angry that I couldn't get the cleaning done. I finally just stopped and we went to Stater Brothers to get out of the house for a few minutes. I need to get out sometimes and just be around other people. Then more playtime and lunch. After lunch she went down for a nap, but not without a terrible fight. It was horrible putting her to sleep. It took about 30 minutes. She slept for two hours which isn't as long as usual. While she was napping I cleaned some of the carpets. Then everyone started getting home and I BBQ'd some chicken. I tried some new marinade, but I didn't like it much. I just waiting on an answer for my Verizon problem. We'll see if I get treat correctly. I'm exhausted and going to go to sleep. Izzy wears me out.
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hey, good that you recognize that you were just trying to do too much. I can't imagine what it must be like with twins. Well, with me already only having one child left at home I miss the baby/toddler days.
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