Monday, July 25, 2011

When The Cord Falls Off

Someday I swear I'm going to write again.  Just like someday I'm going back to work.  Although the latter is more from necessity than desire.  Believe me, I'm putting it off as long as possible.  My boy is 17 days old now, and his life force has sucked my energy.  I take back everything I ever said about overwhelmed parents.  Not that I would trade it for anything.  But it occurred to me the other day, when the remnants of Elliot's umbilical cord finally fell off, he had, in a way, graduated to new level of babyhood.

His new-newborn diapers were designed to avoid touching the cord.  No longer necessary.  With the cord gone, he could now get wet, and so he had his first bath.  His weight is increasing.  He's holding his head up more, at least trying to with some success.  Today, he looked at me cross-eyed a couple of times.  A sign he was trying to focus on me, perhaps?

My point is, passing the umbilical cord milestone lead to a great many new experiences.  I expect there will be plenty more, but I also thought about it in terms of writing. 

We writers start out just like newborns.  Perhaps not all, but most of us probably composed some pretty poor prose in the beginning.  We, too, needed our cords to fall off before we improved.  A writer's cord may come off in any number of ways and I'm far too sleep-deprived to list them all.  Perhaps it comes from a stinging first critique, or even better, a gushing-with-praise critique.  Or a first rejection letter.  Or, for the younger set, a certain grade in school.  Whatever form it takes, that first milestone ultimately teaches us to be better writers.

I've grown substantially as a writer, and I have the proof.  I've saved every horrible draft of every document I've ever written. Not just because I may have had a better idea way back when, but, delusional as I am, I envision the writing museum of the future, with my own wing and people agape over varying versions of my most famous works, finally made public.

Of course I have a ways to go.  And a bit more sleep may clear that nonsense from my head.  Still I've got an upcoming writer's cord moment, which I will announce in the near future.  After which, I, and my son, will continue to grow.

What about you?  When did your writer's cord fall off?

Monday, July 18, 2011

Ten Days In

My boy is ten days old.  I must have aged ten years.  Who knew lack of sleep wielded such power.  I fear bragging will do me in, but I may have stumbled onto a solution.  Thank the heavens for white noise. 

Certainly no one else is parenting Elliot (other than his mum, that is.)  For that I pity you.  He is, without question, the World's Greatest Baby.  Oh sure, everyone thinks their kids are the best, and I don't mean to be one of those dads, but let's face it.  All your kids are pretenders. 

Although, I would be remiss to admit he hasn't actually done much with his life thus far.  He's pretty well coasted on looks alone.  Don't worry.  I've got some chores waiting for him.  In the meantime, feast your eyes on a pretty cute kid.

Elliot's first pose.
Lest you wondered who his mum is, here she is at the same age, making the same face.

Lest you wondered who the dad is, compare our poses.
Swaddled and ready for the big time.

By the way, I delivered him.  Yeah.  Dad rocks too!

Friday, July 8, 2011

We Have A Son!

July 8, 2011. 7 lbs. 11 oz. 20 inches long.

The greatest baby in the whole wide world.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

We're At The Hospital

END Baby is almost here.

HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!