Brave Little Boy
The last week was full of activity for my little boy. It would have certainly made his head spin, if he was a little better at holding it up in the first place.
On Monday, we visited the doctor’s office. It was vaccination time. The four needles to follow were a trial to both baby and parents alike. Each plastic tube bared its prickly head. My brave little boy responded to each with a bit of grumbling, a ten second burst of crying, and a very quick recovery. I was a little stunned. Two hearts swelled with pride as one little head allowed the red of his temple to fade back to white. We called a couple of folks on the way home just to report the facts. Add grandparents to the list of the proud.
On Thursday, good weather nudged my wife and son to my workplace. Time for a little show and tell. He woke immediately as I pulled him from his car seat. Eyes were wide and searching. Our tour of the third and fifth floors of my building were pleasant. The occasional coo and smile greeted passersby.
Our visit to the fourth floor was more eventful. He began to get fussy and quickly let us know he was done with all these new faces. Two floors are filled with people who think our child is an absolute angel. The other floor is probably wishing us luck with our little hellion. All in all, though, everything really went very well.
The ensuing lunch also went well. Again, the wife and I scarfed down Mexican cuisine as a quiet baby looked on. One surprise was that Don Pablos had a special stand designed to hold baby carriers. As a new parent, you quickly determine which restaurants are really family oriented. I’m happy to add one to the list that serves really good fajitas.
He wasn’t done. Saturday’s events included a baby shower. Two good friends of ours made the trip from New Jersey for a couples shower. We couldn’t be happier for them; we’re always happy to include more of our friends in our quickly growing parenting throng. Their pending little girl will not suffer from a lack of love. It was the first shower that I’ve attended. Luckily, the couples format meant we could show off the babe to some friends we no longer see enough of. It’s also the first shower that I can confindently state served beer. Maybe the women have something here.
This whirlwind of activity lets me breathe heavy sighs of relief. Not only do we design events around our little boy, we include him in ours. He was brave at the doctors, happy to see a bunch of new faces, and good when we really wanted him to be. Things won’t always be this easy but it never hurts to get off on the right foot, even if that foot has more needles waiting for it in just two more months.
