Overboard! AKA Fetch, Daddy

We have a new favorite game at our house, and one member of the family is particularly good at it. We’ve named this game Overboard. It’s a simple game, really, where Mac will take anything that he can and drop it to the floor. I’m sure he has been playing long before I realized it was a game, but I can still remember the very first time I noticed. It was my mother-in-law and her twin sister’s birthday back in August and we were celebrating at the local hibachi restaurant.  Mommy and Daddy were taking turns holding Mac, who would’ve been just over 6 months at the time. I remember that night in particular because we realized that going to dinner with Mac was going to be different from now on. No longer would we be able to take turns holding him and then put him into his car seat when the food arrived and enjoy dinner while he took a nap. Mac was taking a stand and that meant, everything within arm’s reach needed to be on the floor. From chopsticks, to napkins, to his bottle or Mommy’s phone, they were all sent flying to the floor. We laughed with him at the time, and Daddy would reach down each time to pick everything up. This was likely a mistake as Mac soon trained Daddy to pick everything up and give it back to him.

Fast forward to today, and Mac has perfected his overboard technique. Everything that he can get his hands on continues to be dropped to the floor. Now that he’s on the move, it’s become a whole different game.   If I set him down to play in his pack and play for a few minutes, he immediately stands up, and one by one drops his toys over the edge. When he’s in the high chair eating, he plays, dropping his puffs or his crackers over the edge. (which Lucky appreciates)  The most popular time is when he’s being held and he specifically pulls his pacifier out of his mouth, straightens his arm, and releases as if to say, here Daddy, please pick this up so I can drop it again. Recently he’s added a new element. After Mac drops his chosen item, he looks down at it, and says very clearly, “uh oh.”  He says it so much, my wife asked me if that was really going to be his first word. I said, I guess it’s better than “Fetch, Daddy.”

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Okay Daddy, I’ve cleared everything within arm’s reach and then some, anything else you’d like to put in front of me? -Mac

Can I die from lack of sleep? And 9 other questions I asked my wife this week.

  1. Are you sure you want another one?
  2. Could you imagine having twins?
  3. What would we do without both of our parents helping out?
  4. How many times can we play Rock, Paper, Scissors in the middle of the night?
  5. Why can’t he just get all of his teeth at the same time?
  6. Are you seriously asking me to put my nipple in his mouth to have him bite it so I know how it feels too?
  7. Can you please give me two minutes and not let him crawl all the way to the bathroom and push open the door while I’m using it?
  8. So.. when we drop Mac off for his overnight play date with your parents at 3PM on Saturday, can we just go home and go to bed instead of going to that wedding?
  9. Please?

If you couldn’t tell it’s been a long week. I’m sure some of these questions require a bit of explaining. Mac was sick this week. That’s probably explanation enough.  I’m not sure there is a more helpless feeling than having a sick child. He’s been sick once before. After his first week of day care he came home with a fever and daddy ended up sick for three days. Since then he has been pretty healthy. That is until this week. He had a high fever, that barely lasted 24 hours but he has not been sleeping at night. Like at all. Or at least that’s how it seems. I stayed home from work to care for him Tuesday. Oma got an extra day with Mac this week, as he couldn’t return to daycare without being fever free for 24 hours. I really appreciated not having to miss two days of work, and she, of course, enjoyed the extra time with her grandson. He’s already back to his usual, playful, smiley, laughing self, which is such a relief.

We’re still moving forward with our plan to have my wife’s parents watch him overnight Saturday night so that we can attend a friend’s wedding in town. Although, I’m certain at this point, the two of us will not be closing down the dance floor or the bar. We’ll be looking forward to a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. And to my in-laws, if you’re reading this, feel free to keep him past breakfast!

Baby Mac and the Bug!

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