Boy Oh Boy

920412_10201223895218405_1464215657_oHello! Remember me?

I’m the dad that used to be just a guy and decided to write a blog about it. I did real good there for a while too. I was posting a bunch, people were reading a bunch. I wrote more, people gave more positive feedback. It’s like I was a real writer. Then life said, “Hey! Here’s more stuff.” And I was like, “I’ll write a new post tomorrow.” Then tomorrow turned into the next day, and then the next day, and so on and so on. This happened for roughly three months. So real quick, sorry for the three-month layoff. New job + new baby = no posts.

But that ends now and so, after much pressure from my readers who made themselves very vocal recently and laid guilt trips on me about neglecting Vinny by not writing about him, here we go…for real this time…honestly…really…I know I said that before baby, but I mean it this time…I’ve changed, I promise…I’ll never treat you like that again…you know that’s not me when I get like that.

OK. Vinny. In short, he’s big. Came out 9 pounds, 5 ounces. Michelle had a C-section with him due to her needing one to deliver Ava. When the delivering doctor went to take him out, she needed to stand on a stole to get extra leverage to lift him out. I’ll never forget her words when she finally hoisted him out, “He looks like a one month old baby!”

Born April 26th, today Vinny is exactly two months old. He is over 13 pounds and is long. Michelle is currently dressing him in six month clothing. Now, he isn’t rotund. He’s more just solid, very dense for sure. Durable. I feel I can drop him a few times without doing any real damage. The jump in clothing size is due mainly to his length. Vinny never had that ‘Caution: tiny baby, easily breakable’ feel to him. From day one he was a tank.

With Vinny, I got exactly what I wanted. I got the same thing as I got with Ava. A beautiful, healthy baby. I get annoyed when people say, “You got your boy, I bet you’re happy.” Fact is I always just prayed for a healthy child. That’s it. That was my one request to God. I mean, I can fulfill my life’s missed accomplishments through Ava just as much as I can Vinny. Easy.

However, there was one part of me that was hoping for a boy. That part was my dad. As the only Viola boy, it was up to me to keep the name going for another generation. My uncle only had girls. I was pretty much the last of the male Viola’s in my family, not counting some random distant relative who I have no idea even exists. I was like The Last of the Mohicans. So at the reveal cake cutting, when that cake turned out to be blue inside, my father gave a big sigh of relief. I was relieved as well, but instead of a sigh, something else came out. I believe I said so eloquently, “My d$%k made another d#%k!” A true poet.

I’m sorry I have no exciting story about the trip to the hospital like I do with Ava’s birth. Since Michelle had a scheduled C-section, it was pretty routine (easy for me to say). No fumbling around looking for my shoes. No forgetting to grab bags. No rushing. No nothing. The only odd moment came when they saw on Michelle’s medical history that she was prescribed a certain medicine when she developed an odd rash early in her pregnancy. It was the same type of medicine they prescribe for someone with herpes. So when they asked her if she ever had any STDs, she answered “No”. Then they came back, took me out of the room, and asked her again, because obviously she was lying and didn’t want to say anything in front of me and let me know she cheated on me and got herpes. Serves her right. The sad part is they probably did that because that scenario probably happens a lot.

Anyway, the stay in the hospital was great. The doctors and nurses were the best. Michelle had a little bit of an easier recovery (yet again, easy for me to say). I had to sleep on a recliner…I’ve slept on worse. Michelle ordered chicken fingers for every meal, apparently they received 4 out of 5 clucks on her chicken finger meter. I only left her side once in order to go to a Penguins game, but I left after the second period because I’m a loving father and husband dammit! It was the least I could do. “Okay honey, I’m off to the game with the guys. If you need anything just page a nurse, that’s what their there for. Let me know if Vinny does anything cute, but only call in between periods. I don’t want to seem rude and be on the phone during game play. Oh, and if you get lonely or bored, here’s a book to read. Yeah, it’s the phone book, but that’s all I can find. Okay? Great! See ya!”

And now the pictures (and feel free to share this blog with friends)….

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Why Hello There Good Sir

2013-02-27 17.36.09I’m worse at this blogging thing lately than Wile E. Coyote was at catching the Road Runner. I am less reliable than a broken watch. Vinny is just a short couple months away from being here and I need to get these blog posts out so he doesn’t resent me down the road and become a crack head just to spite me.

I have been working feverishly on getting his room ready, as well as Ava’s ‘big girl’ room.  Thankfully my employer realized I would need a lot of time at home to prepare for the new baby so she decided to retire and close the company. I have all the time I need now. I have been spending my days hanging out with an 18 month old and hitting up story times and museums. There is nothing like being the only dad in a room full of moms at a story time, it’s like being a hair in the potato salad. Nobody is sure how you got there and they are all trying to figure out who you belong to.

Don’t worry about me. I am LOVING my time home with Ava as I wait for the right job to present itself. I see it as a blessing. If it was up to Michelle I wouldn’t go back at all. She says the house hasn’t run this smooth since it was just me and her. My buddy and I are also working on starting up our own marketing/branding agency, so the future is looking swell. ( if you want to check it out)

Enough about that, back to the kids. Ava is growing more beautiful  and intelligent by the day. It’s weird, we can actually talk with her now. Before she was just a less hairy version of a primate or something. She looked enough like a human, but really  all she did was eat, poop and make random sounds. Now she is like an actual human. We can talk with her and she answers. She figures things out by herself, sometimes too quickly. Michelle and I have to really, really watch what we do now because she imitates like a champ.

Ava also does the cutest thing on the face of the Earth. She very much want’s to meet her brother. She will run up and point to Michelle’s tummy and say, “baby”. She will then hug and kiss Michelle’s belly. It’s so cute and just want to take a bite out of her. I can’t stand it. Another disgustingly cute thing Ava does that melts my heart like ice cream in the desert is when I rock her to bed and she finishes her bottle. She will hand the bottle to me, put her hands on both sides of my head and then hug and kiss me before she lays her head down. It makes me want to grab a hammer and hit myself over the head with it. It’s so cute it should be illegal.

Ava got to see her brother earlier this week when we went for a 4D sonogram. As you can see above, the images are amazing. Many of his features remind me of Ava. His nose. His lips. His chin. Handsome little devil he is. With his mother’s looks and his father’s charm, I will warn you now, mothers lock up your daughters… 15-20 years.

Sitting there and seeing your baby as  they project it up on the wall is such a thrill. Then I look over at Michelle’s belly and I can’t believe how all of that handsomeness is contained in her baby bump. A true miracle. As you experience a pregnancy first hand, you really start to realize that there might be higher powers at work. It’s mind-boggling.

The sonogram verified three  important points. One, he is definitely a boy and is very healthy (knock on wood). Two, he has lots and lots of hair. Three, that discomfort Michelle was feeling where it felt like a foot was under her ribs was in fact Vinny’s foot under her ribs.

Just like Ava, we had them record his heartbeat and place it inside a cute stuffed animal, so every time you squeeze it, you hear the little man’s heart. As daddy says every time I hear little man’s heartbeat, “Strong like bull.”

I’m glad I’m having  a boy this time. Not because of any male ego thing, but just because it will be nice to know I now have a partner to help me kick the shit out of any boyfriends Ava decides to bring home.