Everything I’ve learned thus far has been from other mamas. And my go to mama has been my friend and client, Meagan Londy. When I was in my first trimester, I was photographing her sweet baby Vivienne and asking tons of questions, “How am I going to do all of this? Am I cut out to be a mom? What if my baby isn’t as good as Vivienne? How will I juggle work?” Meagan was so honest with me about her own ambivalence about being a mama during her pregnancy and how her heart changed once Vivi arrived. When Ramona was born, she cheered me on and lended me her breast pump during my breast feeding saga (you can read more about that here). She has been a wealth of knowledge for me, from swimming schools to the very product I’m reviewing today–a bath oil for Colorado babies.
Bath time is an integral part of our nighttime routine. Ramona loves the bath and it soothes her before sleep. Unfortunately, living in a desert environment, Ramona has dried up like a little lizard and I didn’t want to bathe her anymore because of her sensitive skin. So when I went to Meagan’s house to photography Vivienne’s 1st birthday photos, I asked what she used, as Vivienne had the same problem with bath time and dry skin. Alpha Keri Bath and shower oil is the answer. So, because Meagan can do no wrong, I bought the oil and started using it in Ramona’s bath last week. It’s actually quite amazing. Incredibly moisturizing, it even works with eczema! It has a nice light fresh fragrance and is the most beautiful azure blue. I ordered mine on Amazon.com. I’m a bath product snob, and I’ll keep buying this–it may save bath time and allow us to go back to a bath every night… Thanks again, Meagan!
I wrote this on Father’s Day and though I’m a little late, I thought I’d share it today.
For the first time, I celebrate Father’s Day as an actual father. Our little girl was born almost 5 months ago. She has ushered in not only a new era but also a new existence. Julie and I have been married for 8 years and together for 12. We’ve done all sorts of awesome things together over the years: travel, rock concerts, dinners out 5 nights a week, late night partying and loud band practices in the basement twice a week. We’ve lived life as well as anyone and have truly enjoyed ourselves to the fullest. In all honesty, I have very few regrets and thoroughly enjoyed our DINK days (double income, no kids). That being said, I am truly falling in love with my new life as a father and family man. And I’m more than happy to admit it.
Being the father of a five-month year old baby has, of course, its challenges and unique brand of pain and hardship. For one, babies are not rational. They willfully act against their own self-interest without any thought of the lunacy (and irony) of it. Many a time, Ramona has been beyond exhausted… utterly sleepy and in desperate need of a nap. And those are the exact times that it’s hardest to get her down. My little rascal will use every last ounce of energy to ward off sleep (hers and mine). I’ve held her and comforted her for hours trying to coax her to sleep while silently praying that my wife gets home from her photo shoot so I can hand the babe off to her and go make a stiff drink.
And so rattled have I been from my little girl’s bloodcurdling crying in moments like those that I’ve been known to be a little intimidated of the next time daddy has Ramona all to his lonesome. “What time will you be back, hon?” I ask my wife. “By 8 or 8:30,” she responds. “That’s more than 2 and half hours,” I say after looking at my phone. “What if she won’t go to sleep? What if she cries the whole time?” I ask with concern. “You’re a big boy, Jes,” she responds. “Handle it.”
In addition to the sometimes otherworldly, level 12 crying fits that I endure, I’ve learned that Ramona is indifferent to my back problems. She keeps getting chubbier and chubbier without any regard to the impact those extra pounds are having on my back. (I will say, however, that my baby is the most exquisitely cute and adorable little chubble bubble that ever did grace God’s green earth, so there’s that). But her rapid growth and glorious girth can be limiting in how long I can hold her or in what position due to my already pain prone lower back. And she doesn’t seem to notice, much less care as she continues to greedily gulp down her milk with abandon.
In spite of these challenges (and yes, I know, many more to come), I love having this amazing little beauty in our lives. The good is so many millions of times better than the bad. In fact, I don’t know what we’d be doing right now without her. It feels as though she was always supposed to be here. And now she is. She’s a great gift and blessing to us both. And trust me, we were both very reticent and skeptical about having children. We just weren’t sure that we were up for the responsibility and utter selflessness that rearing children properly entails. And yes, I’m still green… I’ve only been a father for less than 6 months so I can’t speak to what it’s like to be a father over the long term; no doubt it has its ups and downs. But I will say that my life is better now. Enhanced; amplified; greatly expanded. If only because there is a remarkable, pure and innocent little person in our lives and consciousness now whose presence is a blessing in and respite from this sometimes tough and painful world. Ramona, unbeknownst to herself, is this lovely little person who I get to parent and love and do my best to educate and prepare for a life that, let’s be honest, can kick your ass.
So here’s to all of us fathers out there, the ones who care enough to wonder if we’re doing it right. May we deliver our children into adulthood in better shape and in a healthier place than we arrived ourselves. And may we learn quickly, on the job, in the midst of the madness, to do the right things more than the wrong things. And may we enjoy the journey that it is and most certainly will be.
Thankful and happy,
Jesse (Papa Moon)
My memories of summer as a child are always at the pool. My mom took us there at least five days a week. To this day, I still can’t go through the sunscreen aisle at Target without sniffing a bottle of baby coppertone. It brings me back to the sounds of kids splashing in the water, a picnic under a shaded tree with cold peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and bing cherries. I would climb out of the pool at adult swim and lay directly on the concrete to get warm, then sit anxiously at the side until they blew the whistle, “OPEN SWIM”, and I’d plunge back in. My white hair was green with chlorine, but I didn’t care. I was a fish. Sometimes, my mom would take us home for a nap, and then we’d go right back to the pool where my Dad would meet us at the grill for dinner, or we’d stop across the street at Roman village Pizza to pick up dinner. My job was to carry the pizza carefully on my lap in the car. It was so hot on my legs, but it was my big girl job and I took it with pride. Then there was treat day—once a week we were allowed to hit the snack bar for a treat. I almost always got the licorice rope–it seemed to be the biggest treat that would last the longest. My sister always got a coke. It was the day we looked forward to all week, as sugar wasn’t allowed the rest of the week. Ahhhh….so many wonderful memories! Summers days as a child were so simple and perfect.
Last Friday we finally took Ramona to the pool and she LOVED it! Of course, we probably loved it more–seeing her in her little baby Gap swim suit and cap, and watching her splash in the pool like a duck– It was just as I had remembered. Sounds of laughter all around and of course the smell of baby coppertone sunscreen. My friend Tracy even packed a lunch in the cooler like the old days ,with sandwiches and iced cold diet coke. Monie had her first peach, which will now be a daily thing– Wow! She devoured it. My life on Friday was a dream as I was back to work on Saturday, but we plan to do this every week and I am enrolling Ramona and swim lessons later this month… Stay tuned for that…