Losing track of the days (entry 99)

I have started my parterity leave. Six months with the kid. It is early days but the experience is already different in that my second child seems a little more laid back. I don't know if it's my son or the fact this is my second time around, but it doesn't seem as stressful. I would like to say that it's the extra years of fatherhood, but it might be more the fact that my son is a happy buddha, crying only for a specific problem.

I don't want to mislead you, I am weary. A newborn is taxing in their need for large amounts of attention and the physical demands of lugging a heavy baby around (looking forward to the crawling/walking phase) . Actually giving it a bit of thought. My exhaustion might be more from the fact I have to get up every morning to drive my first child to school (I hate driving in this Toronto) and picking her up. When we only had one, I was able to sleep in. Now there are no more days of staying in. This might not be such a bad thing when the weather is better.

Circling back, it hasn't been too bad, despite the disruption. Trying to get myself into a schedule which makes us both happy. I have been walking more (discovering the new neighbourhood), trying to get back into cooking and reading. Still, it is fun work.

Not much more news, watched three of the Oscar movies so far (Gravity, Captain Philips, Philomena). My favorite so far is Philomena. It really surprised me, cutting the fiction close to reality. I also have a soft spot of journalist movies. I am also a Coogan fan and Judi Dench was amazing.

Well, caught up. We try to make blog entries part of my schedule. Till next time.

S

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The start of things (entry 100)

I am sitting in my new house. It still seems surreal to type it. After such a long journey, which was a bit of a emotional roller coaster (to say the least), it's hard to believe that the next chapter of our lives is underway. S and I have been joking with each other that the day the condo sold was our New Year's for 2014. The calendar didn't line up with the major change in our life and the celebration of the New Year seemed a little odd as we were still in the condo and didn't own the house yet. The stasis didn't end until we had the keys and we're starting our move.

So, the meditation I tend to do on New Year's Day was a bit muted. Although I still managed to make a challenging list of tasks to get all twisted about when they are not struck out. There are some things one can't help but do.

Paternal leave is quickly approaching as well, a reminder that another "beginning" is happening. My son turns six months old this week. The turning point where he starts to develop a personality (or rather a more noticeable one) and starts doing the big firsts–crawl, words, walks, rolls overs and all that–which S refers to as "the better six months of parental leave" which I can't argue with. He's more of a person now.

In short 2014 feels like a year of action (reaction?) rather than waiting. I look forward to it.

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