Friday, June 19, 2009

Chomp!

Cutest. Shirt. Ever.


Sure, I'll sleep for two hours tonight...no problem!


Sup?

BURRRRRRP.


No more pictures Dad...

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Fatherhood - Day 5

It occurs to me that we should have four or five Mother's Day's every year. Allison is amazing - she hasn't slept for more than ninety minutes at a time and no more than twelve hours in five days, yet whenever the clock rolls around to feeding time she's ready to go. I don't know how she's doing it at this point (I don't think the Cream of Wheat and frozen pizzas I'm "cooking" for her are the key ingredients) but doing it she is. As for me, my role is mostly caregiver at this point, which at times is very frustrating for a workaholic. My innate need to be productive is not satisfied by cooking and cleaning, especially not when the baby is crying and I can't seem to make him stop (btw, we have these ear plugs in the press hall to help with the noise when it's running. I swiped a couple for use when he's fussy and can safely say it was the smartest thing I've done since Thursday - much easier to concentrate on diaper changes when you can barely hear him screaming in your face). In any case, whenever I get frustrated I stop and think "well Morgan, what would you be doing right now if he wasn't here?" and the answer is almost always something that I've done a million times before and take very little joy in. It only gets easier from there...

Some manner of sleep aid thing I blew $20 on before he peed on it...

I always took for granted the ability to burp myself until now...

Fish PJ's! Nice!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Introducing....Macias Lee Bonner!

Macias (May-c-us) was born at 4:59PM on Thursday, June 11th, 2009 in Savannah, GA. He weighed eight pounds, six ounces and was twenty inches tall. Mom and Mace are doing just fine - all are back home and resting comfortably. More to come I'm sure...


A few minutes old with his beautiful Mama...

Just hangin' out...

Meeting Grandma Pat for the first time...

M & M

Back home, in a place he'll be spending quite a bit of time...

I'm relieved that he doesn't appear to have gotten my ears...

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The revolution will be Twittered....

The contractions are getting more and more frequent, which can only mean that we're in the home stretch. For those who care, Twitter will be the official Bonner-baby update mechanism. Don't worry, I'll be on the other side of the curtain so no tweets along the lines of "I SEE HIS HEAD" will be coming from me. Gross. Anyway, Allison will also be updating via Twitter, so if you haven't already go to Twitter.com, sign up and follow us! @morganbonner and @allisonbonner

Monday, June 01, 2009

Nothing left to do but obsess...

The calendar has officially turned to June and Allison has reached full term, which means that any day now I will meet my son. People keep asking me if I'm ready - if they mean am I ready to go to the Hospital, then yes. The bag is packed, the car seat is installed, all gadgets are fully charged, my co-workers are (in theory) ready for me to be out for two weeks, etc. If they're asking if I'm ready to be a Father the answer is...I think so.

Allison and I recently had a discussion about what we would do if he brought home a few C's or D's on his report card one day. As the Smarty McSmartypants in the family, she would be upset and concerned about such a performance, and would seek to rectify the situation immediately. As someone who once or twice brought home a C or a D himself (Algebra, Physics and Spanish were, shall we say, a struggle for me) I would be far less disappointed. I realize and agree with the importance of a well-rounded education, but if he shows zero interest in Chemistry it isn't the end of the world if he has a hard time memorizing the Periodic table (btw Krypton is the one one I remember, for obvious reasons). Is this going to be my parenting style? Will it be logical to expect him to react to things the way I did, even though our circumstances will undoubtedly be much different? Can I strike the correct balance between being an authority figure and his best friend? What if he doesn't like Star Wars?! Blerg!

Anyway, in the last few days before his arrival these are the things I find myself obsessing over pondering. Oddly, the various scenarios that run though my head are all way down the road in his teenage years - I'm not sure why I'm way more concerned about those days rather than the more immediate future of vomit, poo and insomnia. The only thing I can think of is that my own Father wasn't there for my teenage years and I feel as though I have no template to go by, which is scary. I do wonder what he was thinking a little over thirty-one years ago - I sure wish I could ask him. My guess is that he was a little freaked out, but quietly confident that he would know what to do when the time came. Come to think of it, perhaps I have a template after all....