Ramble

its not the baby.

the little man is doing fine.. and well taken care of by D. i do my part, here and there. supporting backups... providing sustenance to the mother... and day dreaming about baby food plans...
there, I said it. I day dream...

not because there's no work to be done... mountainous...and its creeping up on my table ominously like huge giant scoopfuls of crap...

sigh... someday I can look back on this and take this as a learning experience.

but not this morning, 3.30 AM

perhaps i'm due a vacation.... again, that's what people always say... the good thing is that little man is approaching his six month degustory period in house, and will soon be out and about..
which is a good thing, i think...

Home on the Range

Wilson is not supposed to be here. 

He's supposed to be home all changed up, showered, ready for some relaxing conversation. 

But here he is, instead, in a sushi joint.  The sushi conveyor belt does its thing and tries to entice him with the same gunkan sushi it has been rolling out for the past half hour, at every 2 minute intervals. The food version of scrolling through TV channels.  

There is comfort in those conveyor belts. its as if life will stay the same. like that california roll you see now, that will be back in front of you in 2 minutes, looking the same, slightly older, by 2 minutes. 

no such luck. 

is he afraid to come home and face the reality? no. is he unhappy at home? far from it.   

nonetheless he gazes.... at those california rolls... like he did at the time when things were much simpler  then..... before making that inevitable trip home.

and as he got home. ... and relaxed, and make funny faces to the little man, he would be surprised,  and wonder what the fuss was all about and why it took him so long to get home, and promises himself that he will not make the same mistake

And the very next day, wilson would be back at the sushi joint. 

Life, is a puzzle sometime. 

And Baby makes Three

It's a new step, this. 

a baby boy has shown up on our doorstep. Not that he was unannounced... He's been banging loudly about it since 10 months ago... 

but like my usual self, and my well documented allergies to small kids/babies/toddlers, I put it wayyy at the back of my mind. Hoping that the problems will sort itself out.  

So,  while D was fighting morning sickness and aversion to strong odors... i had been merrily experimenting with my pungent soy sauce/sesame oil/garlic/spring onion/pears/pineapple bulgogi marinade, which tasted great, but didn't go all that well with D.....  Wilson was not lying when he said D looks great, he was also convincing himself that he was just dating a much bigger, hungrier version of D.   

Then time passed very quickly....  a kicking, screaming, bundle of a little man arrived.  This time, there's no escaping it. 

pretty soon, everything became a frenzied activity of feeding/pooping/cleaning/staying awake till the wee hours of the morning.  and if you're wondering, yes, it is possible, even for men, to have the baby blues... I did, still do from time to time. And at times i still take the long way home,  taking time out to endlessly gaze at the sushi joints conveyor belt... 

but  it didn't feel like a problem.. it feels like a new job. where nothing is familiar, and you have to start learning everything all over again.  but the challenge is there. 

i havent been fully accepted at this job... i don't think i ever will. but now i know i can live with it, and maybe learn from it a little. and perhaps... in time, i'll get to enjoy it a little. 

So For Now.. it's Just D and me, and Baby makes Three. we're together in our Blue Heaven.