Enemy Mine

Before we had this baby, everyone warned me that the lack of sleep would be my most formidable challenge. Although I’m writing this at a quarter of two in the morning, this has remarkably not been true so far. The baby’s a good enough sleeper, at least when he’s not covered in his own waste. In fact, it’s that part that has been my biggest challenge in fatherhood so far.

(Granted, fatherhood so far is a smidge over a week. But I’m sure we’re past all the hard stuff by now, smooth sailing from here!)

My biggest problem is managing not to sit those diapers low on Declan’s hips, setting them up not as a powerful barrier to wetness but as a paper funnel leading pee and poop right up my son’s back as he sleeps. I’ve got that funnel thing down, actually, earning me lots of quick diaper changes and extra laundry duty.

Now, it could be that I’m channeling my inner Phil Dunphy, but, no, I blame my nemesis, the sleep gown:
Boy's baby clothes

Look, it’s cute! And it’s so clever, it’s got a tight part at the top and one at the bottom! I guess so that baby can’t slither out through the back door? Anyway, that’s two parts that I have to delicately slip over a ever-so-dubiously-placed diaper. Thanks, fashion industry!

Somehow, I’ll overcome. I mean, baby will be potty trained in no time, right? Right?

Oh, damn, I guess I do actually have to fix my diapering!








The suspicion

The suspicion








And the Story Goes On

I started this blog years ago for an audience of 1: me. I thought my writing lacked creativity, so I decided to try some creative writing. Later, it lived and thrived because it had another audience: a girl. I wanted to teach her about who I was, and stories seemed the way to do that.

And then it worked, and we got married. Suddenly, I found that there were no more stories to tell on the blog — because she was on all of my adventures with me. And so the blog died down.

For years now, I’ve wondered: when will I have a new story to tell, when will I have someone to tell it to? Will this conversation ever be back in my life, or was this blog the period of an era that’s passed?

Then this little guy came along:
Declan Brady Armstrong, a baby looking up at you

And suddenly I think I might have stories to tell, and someone to tell them to.

Please welcome Declan Brady Armstrong, born January 23 at 10:53 am. And, maybe, please welcome back Juniorbird.com.








The scar

The scar








The pole

The pole








The copse

The copse








The pup in his crate

The pup in his crate








Rain-downed

Rain-downed








Rolling in off the sea

Rolling in off the sea








The chair, the table

The chair, the table