Remember When We Had No Kid?

We did -- for a few hours, anyway.  My parents came over and watched a fed, semi-sleeping Eamon while we went out and did a few errands.  Crazy to think that he is exactly one month old today.

I love him so much.

It's funny; whenever he is fed and changed, we have a "countdown" until the next feeding and changing will have to occur (anywhere between 1.5-3 hrs).  We try to maximize the time as much as possible.

Of course, he is up in the middle of the night still.  It was a crazy one last night, with him just refusing to go to bed.  Went to bed at 3:00am-ish, and woke up/slept again until 11:00am-ish.  I am pretty tired, but whateves.

Also finally went outside and did some work in the yard to take advantage of the nice weather.  Took down the Christmas lights and re-arranged some landscaping rocks.  Then I remembered how yardwork has the potential to be tiring and not-so-good for my back.  But again, whateves, could be worse

Ball Wall

Okay, maybe I am getting tired.  Could not play ball this morning for the life of me, with no energy at all.

I'm sure I'll get my sleep in soon enough.

Right

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Sang karoke with my boy this past evening.  It was funny watching him stare at me with bemusement (embarrassment?  Let's go with embarrassment)

Concrete Floors Are Going To Cripple Me

I hate to sound like a primadonno, but man, playing ball on concrete floors are killer on the old knees (played tonight with Ron and his friends at the police station).

I shouldn't complain though; at least I get to play.  Thanks Bub!

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Atlanta Hawks what!  Now let's go Memphis

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Friday what!  Seriously, I can get used to this two day, pause, two day work weeks.  If only

The Best Hands-Free Invention Ever

This baby carrier/sling thing is awesome.  And it makes me feel closer to my son.  I dread the day he outgrows it.

In the meantime, he and I will continue to salsa/bachata together while he's in it

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Day off what!  I think all of this "5-day workweek" thing sucks.  These two day workweeks are much more palatable

Okay, Maybe He Is My Child

So Sharon took the boy to the mid-wives for a check-up.  The mid-wife told Sharon that an expected weight gain would have been 0.5 lbs (8 oz.) since the last weigh-in.  How much did Eamon gain, you say?  18 oz.

Sharon then asked about why Eamon is not able to sleep on his own, and would always cry for us.  They said that some babies just naturally need to always be around someone, and that perhaps they will grow out of it within a few months.

So to summarize:  Eamon gains weight easily (fatty fat face), and always needs to be around someone (clingy).  Yep.  He does seem to have traits that resemble me.

Dammit.  And I was hoping he would be like his mother in this regard

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Speaking of traits about me, two that I find I possess:  jealousy and pettiness.  Even worse?  When I get jealous I get petty.  Wish I could change that.  I'm pretty sure everyone wishes I could change that...

"It's Like You Don't Care Because Your Priorities Change"

So said my workmate PG, who summed up how I feel about work right about now.

Still up to now trying to get readjusted to work.  Funny -- I imagine some people would have a hard time adjusting to "parenthood" and then going back to work is like a stress reliever (at least, that's what I hear from my male coworkers).

Me?  I think the opposite occurred.  It was easy getting into the swing of things at home, and much harder trying to get back to work.  Maybe I'm more of a "mother" than I let on?  Well, whatever the case, I have to snap out of it.  Don't want to get fired or anything...

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Fireplace ideas coming along.  But the execution?  Who knows.  Feeling extra tired today for some reason.

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Why is it that whenever you're trying not to do something, and you have to force yourself not to do it, it makes it 5423x harder?

Case in point:  my first day "eating healthy".  Yeah, I was doing fine for the majority of the day, but I kind of broke down at the end and had a chocolate chip cookie and other junkfood.  Yargh.  Okay, tomorrow again!

Lambtastic Extravaganza Pt. 3

It's great to be Greek.

Well, to know Greek people anyway.

Today marked Greek Easter, and we made our annual trip to Scarborough to Feli's Parent's place.  And as per usual, it was lambtastic.

Our little man was the star of the place (in my mind, anyway), with everyone oohing and ahhing him.

It was also amusing to watch all the Adamides girls hold the boy and watching all of them freak out because they weren't entirely sure how to do it.  Then watching all of them take a drink right after.

Can't wait till next year, where surely I will overeat yet again.  But the lamb is so damn good.  I think it's all Arvin's plan to get me into even more horrible shape for this race.  I'm onto him.

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My Dad posts pictures for my Mom's FB page.  He write the funniest (unintentionally funny) comments to me.  For example, he put up a pic of Eamon with my Mom, and his caption?

"Our Bombay Prince Eamon"

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Starting tomorrow I am going to resolve to eat well until after the race.  This eating is getting ridiculous

(S)Who Knew This Day Would Come?

A few years ago (starting in University), I had this desire to collect basketball shoes.  Specifically, I sought out collecting Nike Shox, and in particular the Vince Carter collection (as he was the man back then).

I did pretty well too, getting the shoes at good prices on sale or on eBay.  I had no real...direction (?) with the collection though.  Was I just going to collect them and not actually wear them/use them?

Then a few years later and after amassing about 6 pairs, I came to that point in my life where I said "this is ridiculous, you got to start using these".  It also happily coincided with my playing basketball everyday at the YMCA in the morning.  So score all the way around (excuse the pun), as I did not have to buy ball shoes for the next 10 years or so.

But the problem with using 8+ years old shoes is that the glue dries out and the shoes start to come apart.  Plus, I lost a few pounds and the shoes started feeling different on my feet.  Yes, I'm good with excuses.

So I bought a few pairs of "other-than-shox" and they are now in my regular rotation.  And now I'm in that phase of life where I want to purge and get rid of things that I do not use.

So after spending over $700 throughout the years on these shoes, but using them well (this I'm certain I did), I have given them up to my younger brother/Philippines (the ones Con doesn't want).

I am no longer into "collecting things" that are not useful (as evidenced by trying to sell the CSI DVD's).  Does this mean I'm getting older?

Anywho, goodbye shoes.  And thank you.

(Yes, I'm making an ode to my shox)

RIP 2001-2011 (from my hands)  (yes, I actually took pics of my shoes)

Hibernating Good Friday

Nice day yesterday, doing absolutely nothing.  Unfortunately, I also did absolutely nothing.

I did start on "artwork" for Eamon's room.  This should be interesting, as I am attempting to paint on canvas.  It's gonna take me a hell of a long time, this much I know

Every Workweek Should Be Only 2 Days

If only.

Easing into my "new routine".  Oddly enough, it incorporates a lot of my old routine.  You know, like playing basketball in the morning until an unreasonable time.  But I can't help it.  Really, I can't.

Looking forward to this nice long weekend.  Maybe I'll start the fireplace...most likely not

Approved? Approved. Avocado-Nutella-Chapatti.

Put in the category of yummy:  warm chapatti with nutella and avocado.  (I know that nutella with anything is approved in my books, but this is a good combo.  Especially since I'm on an avocado kick lately)

It Could Be Worse, I Could Not Be Going Back To A Job

So the "day I dreaded" turned out not to be so so bad.  Sure it was filled with paperwork and whatnot, but I have to admit that I missed changing the boy's diapers.  And, you know, just being with him and not being at work.

Luckily tomorrow is my last day (!) and then I have Friday off, then next week Wednesday (should've been Monday, but I somehow got roped into going into a management meeting on Monday.  Are they aware I'm not, you know, a manager?).

Rolando passed by and just gave a killer massage.  My shoulder had been strained and feeling weak, and he seemed to have diagnosed that the bones in my hand have somehow collapsed.  He adjusted it and taped it up and it is feeling better now, but I have to keep it taped up for a few weeks (have absolutely no idea how I'm going to do that).  That man works magic, I tell you

Who Knee-ds It?

Great to get back to the gym in the morning again.  Too bad I'm convinced my knees are arthritic now.  Dramatic perhaps, but even stretching it all out hurts.  Mind you it's been 3 weeks since, but still.

We then continued on our "royal tour" (labelled by Arvin) and went to our workplace to show off Eamon.  We received a lot of compliments, oooo's and ahhhh's, and some very generous gifts.  One of the problems of working at the same place?  The visit lasts twice as long.  By the time we got out, it was 2:00pm and we still had to eat lunch.

We found ourselves at Shandra's Roti Shop as Sharon was craving it.  It was filling, very filling.  Maybe too filling.

We got home, and the roti knocked me out.  Trannifer and Sharon's Kiran (as we call her) came by at 5:30pm while Sharon was nursing upstairs.  I was downstairs, asleep on the couch.  After Sharon was hollering, I finally woke up all confused.  I think they thought I must be some very lazy Dad...lol.  But it was really nice for them to visit, and wowza, we can't even imagine Eamon getting to Grant's age (10 months).  Luckily for us, Jen went through all the things we're about to go through, so we know where to go when to ask questions.

Then I had my league basketball game, and that roti was still having effects on me, making me sluggish and whatnot (yes, let's blame it on the roti).  We had no subs, and we played an amazing first half, leading by ten.  Then we all hit a wall in the second half (damn age), and we ended up losing by 13.  Dammit!  I mean, I hit three threes in the first half and nothing in the second.  I feel like I let my team down.  I know it's just a game, but still.  Hopefully next week we do better.

I finally got home and now my shoulder feels all strained.  Tanks goodness I have a massage tomorrow.

Wow it's been a long day.

And tomorrow?  Work starts for me again after three weeks off.  I might actually start crying.

Sigh

Cheapness Is A Gift

Some people like to label it as "value-conscious".  Well, whatever.  I'm cheap!  (When it comes to certain things).

Got the fireplace today at a reputable dealer for much cheaper than elsewhere.  Just have to get it installed.  That and figure out exactly how this new fireplace is going to look like.  Oh, and also the actual renovating of it.  But it's not like I'm busy with a job and a baby or anything...

Seriously, what did I get myself into?

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Time to adjust again.

Let go of things that hit me right in the gut when they shouldn't.

Be happy for others, and actually mean it.

I wonder what will happen next lifetime?  In the meantime, be happy with life, be happy for life

Proof It's A Gonna Be Hard

Was supposed to start going back to the gym this morning.  Couldn't, cause the boy was quite the fussy.

Crap...I'll try it again tomorrow morning

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Gonna pick up a fireplace today.  When will it get installed though, is the question

It's That Time, 2011 Season

NBA Playoff time...I would say this would be the time for no-sleep, but I'm already getting that for other reasons.  Plus, I'm not too hot on match-ups and I'm saddened with the reality that the Raps aren't going to be in the payoffs anytime soon.

But still...couchpotato time!

Fire(d Up About The) Place

K, well looks like we've done the research for the fireplace.  Now it's about the execution.

When exactly that will happen?  Who knows.  But we have to make a decision in the next few days, or risk missing out on a sale/$$$...pressure!

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Nice to have the friends I've known the longest, Lizzy and the Kambals (with spouses) come by to meet Eamon.  I think he's almost done meeting everyone!

(I don't think so)

My Father Is Funny, Pt. 97

After Sharon told him that Eamon poo's a lot, his observation:  "so he's like a Canadian Geese (sic); after he eats he goes"

This Commemorative Tour Is Tiring

We've been going out a lot lately to introduce the boy to a lot of people (and to get some errands done while we're at it).  Feel bad for Sharon cause she's getting tired and she doesn't have time to take a nap.

But with that said, it's still nice to meet peeps (although we may be getting tired of telling the same stories...lol).  We'll get our sleep in.  In a few years/decades.  Whatever.

For lunch today, we met Kats which was great.  Egad, I remember when I was doing her job.  Seemed like such a long time ago.

Also went to go look at more fireplace places (oh, didn't I mention that there is still a "project" we have to do this summer?  Yeah).

Then for dinner, we had the always humourous and jovial JulesBuh come over (it's been a meet-the-white-people-day for Eamon today).  As she said, it's the transitioning from "work friends" to "real friends".  I personally think the transitioning is going well, despite our history of comfort-level jumping.  But it's all good, certain people have that connection (what I call the "retard connection") that makes it perfectly appropriate.  Also really helps that Sharon likes her ("genuine" she calls her), and that (I assume) Eamon likes her and her sniffing of his hair.

Can't believe it's Friday tomorrow.  Normally I would be excited about that, but damn, that means work is this much closer.  Gaaaagh

Wow, It Really DOES Work

So we went out today and met Kiri for lunch.  The joke there?  "Watch out, Eamon has never been that high before!" when she carried him.  Hey, funny to us at least.

Then we went to Sherway Gardens for pashal.  I took Eamon out of the car seat/stroller because he's been cooped up in there too long.  So while Sharon went inside the stores and I carried him, I absolutely cannot believe the sheer amount of comments/questions I received from women (and one man).

"How old is he?"

"He's so precious!"

"He's so small!"

Seriously, this kid is like a chick (and non-chick?) magnet.  I would've totally capitalized if, say, I wasn't married.  Or if it wasn't creepy.  Or if I had, you know, game.

I figure I have a few more months of this before he gets too big to be asked.  But I guess it is weird for a two-week old to be strolling the malls?

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We realized today that technically next week is the day that Eamon was "supposed to be" born.  Can't believe it's been two weeks already.  I am really, really dreading going back into work next week.

Nowadays, all he does is sleep.  Well, except in the middle of the night.  But of course