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Advice for New Fathers
We have a few friends who are either having babies soon, have already had babies, or are thinking about having babies. I try not to give unsolicited advice, and sometimes I fail. I thought I’d put together this list of tips for new fathers, in particular, who may be concerned about their new impending parental responsibilities. Then I will have given the advice only once (for efficiency) and free of solicitation (because they don’t have to read it if they don’t want to). It is meant to be taken only partially seriously.
This covers the introductory period, or the first 30-90 days, not really counting time in the hospital, which is a blur for many. No warranty is expressed or implied. How applicable this is depends on your competence, fortitude, stress management ability, and health of your family. There’s much more that could be said on these and related topics, and these are just highlights. Much of it is not new information, but if it helps someone to prepare, it was worth setting down.
Here we go with my Advice for New Fathers:
Sleep:
- Babies sleep when they sleep, and they’re awake when they’re awake. Their schedule is your schedule. At first, they sleep and wake in short bursts. Their waking time and sleeping time will elongate. Swaddling helps some (look into a “Miracle Blanket”), as does white noise and darkness.
- You should sleep when the baby sleeps. You are not going to listen to this advice. No one does. I just want to be on record.
- Complaining about a lack of sleep makes it worse and makes you seem weak. There’s a Delta Force trooper who’s been awake 48 hours somewhere in the world up to his neck in leech infested water waiting with deadly purpose to take out a terrorist. You are not that guy. Keep it together.
Crying:
- First, now you know how we feel whenever you complain about the bad performance of [insert your favorite sports team], the great performance of [insert your brother's favorite sports team], how you’re not appreciated by [your spouse/your boss/your bookie], or some trivial regret from your past. Payback.
- Babies can’t “cry it out” for the first few months of life unless they are super babies. Very young babies communicate by crying. Your brain is large and you should be able to use it to figure out if a baby is crying due to hunger, fatigue, filth, or loneliness. Then handle it.
- You will become habituated to a certain level of crying, especially if it comes from your own kid. At first, it will stress you out enough to increase the degree of urgency with which you handle problems. Later, you will feel the urgency with a little less of the stress. That doesn’t mean you should take your time. It will be quite awhile before you can teach your baby something as abstract as patience.
- Sometimes you just need to rock babies and keep things moving for awhile to settle them down. They’re used to that from the womb. That’s right. Do your best to impersonate a womb. Try making low volume whooshing noises.
Clothing:
- Before you go out of the house, you are expected to dress your baby, especially a baby girl, in “outfits.” Slapping on a (clean) diaper and a onesie and shouting “Good to go!” doesn’t count unless you want to be looked at askance by every woman you meet. (She’s thinking, “Oh, his poor wife!”) That means you need little pants and a shirt and socks at least. If you are blessed with a baby girl, the shirt may turn into a blouse, but pretend it’s a shirt; you’re going to have to clamp down on the part of you deep inside that’s unfamiliar and even afraid of this and press on. There are bonus points for the following: a cute, drool-catching bib, a hat, sunglasses, socks that are designed to look like little shoes, or a hair bow (mostly for girls). Did I say those were bonuses? God help you if you forget the hair bow, dead man.
- Your bleary-eyed, sleep-deprived state may make it challenging to match up outfits first thing in the morning, or during a hasty clothing change necessitated by what we’ll refer to as an “incident.” If you’re like Tim Gunn for tiny set, have at it and make it work. If you’re like the rest of us, I suggest you retain the services of some qualified personnel who can pre-bundle acceptable components into outfits you can grab from the drawer. Ideally, you already live with this person and can solicit assistance periodically following laundry day.
- There is no more laundry day. It’s now laundry days. The sooner you get used to that idea, the sooner you’ll see your floor again.
- Kids’ clothes are smaller than yours. You will sometimes think this is cute. It is now culturally acceptable to say so. You will sometimes try to rend a small garment into tinier pieces because it shrank quickly or it’s troublesome to fold. Good quality clothes make this difficult.
- Baby clothes may have many snaps. You will miss one of these snaps every third day and have to start over with redressing the baby. Figure out if you’re a “bottom up” or “top down” snapper and if your accuracy improves with one method over another. Then stick to it.
Feeding:
- If you’re helping feed baby, and you should, keep a burp cloth handy. Baby table manners are atrocious.
- Don’t put on your nice shirt until about 30 seconds before you leave the house.
- If you use bottles, always have a spare ready. Depleted your spare? Prep another one at the first opportunity.
- Burp that baby. I mean it. Insufficient burping has caused a lot of suffering in the world. Experiment with positioning your baby seated on your knee and lightly bouncing up and down, or going over the shoulder and patting. Try to keep external pressure off an abdomen that’s full of gas. Seriously, how would you feel?
Handling:
- In the first few months of life, you cannot hold your baby too much.
- Babies are less fragile than you think. Don’t pass them like footballs, but you don’t have to treat them like they’re made of glass. If you do, it will take you 30 minutes to get them dressed.
- Remember to support the head. Babies have thin necks and relatively giant heads. Think of it as a bowling ball on top of a broomstick. This isn’t a vaudeville show. No spinning.
- You don’t always have to carry babies in a cradled position. Try over the shoulder, or seated Buddha-style with their backs against your chest and your arm under their legs. (Do your best impersonation of Quato from “Total Recall.”) Or bend your arm across your chest and have the baby lie down as if it’s a panther resting on a jungle tree branch.
Taking Care of You:
- Why you self-centered, arrogant, jerk! This isn’t about you! Get over that selfish !@#$% right now and man up! You’d better pull your weight or prepare to feel the burden of shame from all mankind that you deserve! Why I ought to ….
- You are allowed to give up shaving for the first 30 days following the birth of your child. Any more than that is self-indulgent.
- In addition to sleeping when the baby sleeps, you should shower when the baby sleeps. I guess that means you should sleep in the shower. Efficiency!
- Before you go out of the house, you are expected to dress yourself. The best training for this, prior to your due date, is to remember the mantra “Am I wearing pants?” and say it every time you grab the door knob as you exit. (If you’re entering, it’s already too late.)
- If you really have your act together, you’ll keep cleaning supplies and spare clothes for yourself, your spouse, and your baby in the trunk of your car. Stuff, um, happens.
- Mornings with an extra little person to dress and feed can be challenging. Do yourself some favors. Pack your lunch the night before. Actually, if you could eat your breakfast the night before, that really helps to streamline. And for the love of all that is holy, prepare and program the coffee maker the night before and set it to go off about 30 minutes before you plan to get up. You’ll be awake anyway.
As I wrap this up, I realize I could have spent much more time on advice for fathers on feeding, diapering, bathing, preparing for adventures out of the house, strollers, and other things. Maybe someday I will when there’s more time. Or maybe I’ll just wait and give it as unsolicited verbal advice.

Greg and Lanette Tie the Knot!
It was a happy day, and a long time in coming. Gregory Allen Posey, Jr. and Lanette Jackson Randall, our dear friends, were married today in a beautiful ceremony in a church near their home in New Jersey. Tomorrow they start the honeymoon in Disneyworld, lucky kids! Adam had a great time performing his duties as best man — helping the groom to get ready and stay groovy, as well as showing the groomsmen what’s what when it comes to cufflinks. He even got to give a speech, and didn’t pass out so … bonus! Tiffy was a lovely bridesmaid and wore a diaphanous apple-colored gown.
We only have a few candid shots in our photo album — it sure is hard to do a lot of snapping when you’re part of the ceremony — but what we have we’ve posted here for everyone to enjoy. Don’t forget to check out the video of some dancing at the very fun reception. We sat out, but it was great fun to watch! You can catch Greg at the front end of the clip, and Lanette at the end.
Check out the professional pics!
Best of luck to the happy couple!
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L.A. Vay-cay
Last Memorial Day weekend, we had a great time visiting Amanda and Jared in sunny Los Angeles. (I’ve been reading a lot of Robert Crais lately and was excited to see some local context for what had been spinning around in my imagination.) Other highlights mostly center around food because we are who we are:
- Soup dumplings at Din Tai Fung.
- Delicious ice cream combinations at Scoops — that is, “Guiness Tiramisu,” “Pear, Blue Cheese, and Pecan,” “Mango and Pineapple Soda,” “Chocolate and Porto,” and a taste of “Caramel and Bacon!” — AND frozen yogurt at Pinkberry.
- A drink with the hipsters at The Standard in downtown LA.
- A stop at In-n-Out Burger for a double-double and their deliciously crispy but gut-bustin’ well done fries.
- Brunch (at the last minute!) with Lesley and Greg at Bread and Porridge.
We got to see a music video being filmed in downtown LA. Jared and I also reenacted the scene from the “Heroes” finale where Sylar and Peter Petrelli have their telekinetic battle! I guess it’s easier to have downtown LA double for NYC than truck all your stuff to the east coast; that staircase-like sculpture is unique, though, and I can guarantee it’s not in Manhattan. There are lots of good pics of us mugging it up and doing a Moe-and-Curly eyepoke and deflection at a distance. Those are in our hidden archives, though.
Probably the most fun we had was getting to see Amanda and Jared’s house, on which they’ve done a great deal of work, and enjoy their beautifully landscaped backyard during a nice al fresco feast. Also, they have a dedicated and well-stocked bar about which they are liberally hospitable. You can’t beat that in a host!
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Stork Raving Mad
Rosemary has started a new online business! Good for her! Check out custom photo birth announcements by Puple Stork.
(Speno made me post this. He owes me big time now.)
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LAN-dle Party
We were recently invited to Tiffy’s sister Tina’s house for a fancy PartyLite candle party. Been to a Tupperware party before? It’s just like that, only with candles. Now, I am not immune to the fine effect that a nice candle or six has on a gathering’s ambience. It adds a certain sense of elegance and ceremony. The idea of sitting through a product demonstration and flipping through catalogs did not, however, light my fire. (Har!) This was just as well since the event itself seemed geared toward the ladies in attendance. But what were the men to do?
Luckily, I found ways to pass the time amiably. Brother-in-law Keith had set out quite a spread of fine knoshables. Since the candle demonstration was going on in the parlor and the men were ensconced in the kitchen, he dragged out a couple excellent Cabernets and we had a nice tasting. I remember one was a 2001 Clos du Val, which I thought quite excellent. Matt, Tina’s neighbor and husband of party attendee Suzanne, showed up shortly after we began drinking. That was a good thing, as it helped cut short my potential overindulgence.
You see, Matt and I had hatched a cunning plan. We both have a mild interest in video games, and, being relatively young men, our reflexes are still in good order. Well, good enough as long as we’re not matched against 13-year-olds. Anyway, to cut to the chase: Matt has a wireless network in his house, our wives were otherwise occupied, and he was willing to show me the ropes in Unreal Tournament 2004!
It’s amazing how quickly the evening slips away when one is engaged in missions of Deathmatch and Assault. I’m sure we didn’t have as good a time as the PartyLite catalog browsers, but I think we did all right.
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Blue Scheme
Before I forget: You know you want to head to the Blue Scheme gig this Thursday night at Chris’ Jazz Cafe. All the cool kids will be there. You want to be cool, don’t you? Don’t you?!
I thought so.
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Hot Toddy
I harassed Todd today via e-mail. I forgot how much fun it used to be to have him around. I remember the time we thought that the nearby reservoir was going to burst because of the torrential downpours in our little suburban corner of the world. We called up a couple of other nearby friends, told them we were getting out of here,
and drove to a nearby hotel. No vancancies. Another hotel. No vacancies. Seems as if a lot of other people had the same idea. Anyway, we came upon the brilliant idea that we would visit Todd in his quaint townhouse in the city. Maybe we’d get him to play some piano for us while our apartment washed away. He made me a huge cup of tea and we had a grand time. He remains in my mind a sparkling entertainer and a genuinely good fellow, even if he does make fun of my paltry Live Journal.
I suppose someone has to.’
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Brunch: The most important meal of the day
We went out today with Liz and Sophy to a new (to us) joint called Hank’s. Supposedly, it’s a hangout of Andrew Wyeth‘s, but I didn’t see him. Okay, I admit it. I didn’t look for him. I was too distracted by the ladies walking around in wimples who were shilling for the local historical society. Anyway, the restaurant was good. I grossed everyone out and ordered something with creamed chipped beef on it. After that, my day was complete.
And yet it continued. We went to see The Hours. We were late, which is unusual for us, but we made it in. It was quite a good film, although Soph and I were of the opinion that it might turn out to be too cathartic, and by cathartic I mean depressing. Okay, we all know that Virginia Woolf dies. But Nicole Kidman was amazingly good at the role, and I was sorry to see her take that final walk … swim … walk … whatever. Tiffy really loved this book, and still loves it, although she said the screen version didn’t quite measure up. I think the performances were all uniformly good, though.
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Dampered Chef
We spent the week prior to last Friday busting our, um, backs, trying to get the house in shape enough to host a Pampered Chef party for our friend, Debbie. Friends and regular readers of this site will recognize that our household is generally in a state of — oh, how shall I put this? — dumphood. Nevertheless, we committed to inviting 30 of our closest friends to our home to get liquored up and purchase dangerous, sharp kitchen gadgets from catalogs and to get demonstrations from Debbie about how to make wholesome and tasty treats.
Work during the week consisted mostly of installing vent covers and baseboards and getting the powder room in shape enough to be used without embarrassment. The baseboard part was fun, but GP‘s help was an asset. I did most of the cutting and fitting — still searching for that 90 degree corner that I know I’ll never find — while Greg handled hammering and Tiffy did caulking and painting. The powder room took a lot of time because we had to get rid of a bunch of brass pipe that wouldn’t fit under the pedestal sink and replace it with PVC. One of the cold water supply valve washers was so old that it leaked right after the first test fit of the new sink. Ah well. We’re used to that kind of thing now, but it’s a bother to be slowed down. Long story short: it all works now. TP and towel hangers, plus new mirror and light fixture, are all in place. The new lockset was an 11th hour addition to preserve guest privacy. The room still needs a few finishing touches, but it’s good enough for now.
It was the first really big gathering we’ve had in the house. We should have officially called it a housewarming party. People keep giving us gifts, though, so perhaps we’ll keep everything unofficial until the presents start dropping off. Then we’ll soak everybody.
We had a nice mix of people at our gathering, which even included the odd youngster here or there. Most people seemed to have fun, but the important thing is that nobody got so sloshed that they had to stay over. There was occasional rowdiness from some of the group — You Know Who You Are — when Debbie was doing her presentations of the various gadgets. I supposed we could have withheld drink until afterwards, but who thinks that far ahead?
Props to Geoff for his work pouring cosmopolitans and hoisting guests off the floor. He actually worked hard to engage just about everyone in conversation, which is something I was quite negligent about. Special thanks to Debbie for producing the delicious chicken broccoli braid and banana split cake, both of which were promptly devoured by our friends, whom I like to refer to charitably as The Jackals.
We’ll do this again. In a couple years. Possibly.
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