There is also nothing more intense and insane.
I am the proud father of two boys, 17 month old L. and 3 month old C..
As of right now, though, it is a daily struggle to stay sane.
The other day, for example, L found out that Honey Nut Cheerios that have been slightly moistened with milk can stick to nearly any flat surface, including-but not limited to- the table, the wall and Daddy's face.
C, however, is still at that stage where he can be really cute. The other day, he discovered his foot. He spent nearly half an hour just staring at his foot, grabbing it occassionally and looking at me to make sure I noticed.
Ten minutes later, he found it again and repeated the process.
And then, there are those occassions when L interacts with C.
They smile and laugh, and I smile too, enjoying the silence and comraderie and peace for just a brief moment.
Before L pokes C in the eye and all memories of peace and quiet are forgotten and its a struggle to just stay calm.
But, all in all, I love being a stay at home dad.
For those of you who are thinking that this is an easy job, why don't you try offering your wife an entire week off and take care of the kids by yourself.
At first, I thought being a stay at home dad was basically like being a big brother. I'd wrestle with him, play catch, teach him to talk and walk.
While I do ALL of those things, there is MUCH more to consider.
There is laudry, dishes, cleaning the house, feeding the dogs, feeding the kids, playing with the kids, nap time, bed time, and bath time.
I change diapers, wash slobber, vomit, urine and feces off of my hands and shirt
I'm not going to lie to you: it's rough. There are more days than not when I want to just throw myself out of an airplane without a parachute, but you know what?
I wouldn't change it for the world.
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