In which it's all about me but still about the baby.
Our family lives in the land of Hallmark, so of course Father's Day is a big deal. As Robin and I increasingly devolve into BDMs (which, by the way, stands for Baby Delivery Mechanisms), having one more day to celebrate ME doesn't seem like too much to ask.
(Of course, I shouldn't complain too much. Robin shares her birthday with the Master of Puppets and the future of her annual giftage looks bleak!)
Anyway, the important question is: How did we celebrate?
With me forcing my nerdly passions upon my defenseless child, of course. Sure, any father can stuff a 6-month old hand into a 2-pound baseball glove and be smilingly chided for being over-eager. I dress up with my boy in matching Super Shirts and get funny looks.
I live under the yoke of prejudice.
In addition to the geek-fest, there may also have been some chinese food consumed (Owen, we discovered, enjoys P.F. Chang's crispy honey chicken; but don't we all?) and Dad and Grandpa may've slipped away for a boys' showing of the must-see cinematic masterpiece, Batman Begins. All-in-all, an exceptionally good day.
Checking out the present department, Owen surprised me with a plaster mold of his foot which I treasure in a cute-but-what-do-you-do-with-it way. He also had framed some religious icons we purchased in Kazakhstan-- a very cool gift that we proudly display in our living room.
It may surprise you that Owen is such a thoughtful shopper considering that he only this week has learned how to stand unsupported.
The grandparents also surprised me with gifts of book-ends, movies and gift certificates!
That BDM thing pays well.
In other, pressing news, you'll be happy to know that I am not dying from a spider bite. As a warning to the wise, be wary when you wear short pants out of doors in the evenings. Eight-legged critters can sneak up on you and bite you on the heinie. Said bite can also get nastily infected.
Today was my follow-up visit with the doctor after last week receiving a tetanus shot, a needle full of anti-biotics stabbed into my rear end and a full dosage of pills. His assessment: "Wow! That looks nasty!"
Sadly, despite my pains, I gained neither super strength nor the ability to spin webs.
