Happy Birthday Nonno!

My wife and I just returned from my parents home where we celebrated my father's birthday. Now, I won't say which birthday he celebrated; however, it was a significant one. We are very lucky that Nanna and Grand-dad were kind enough to watch Parker. Now, I know that Parker does not see his Nonno nearly as often as Nonno would like, but Parker is a very lucky boy to have a grandfather like Nonno. I know it will not be long before we can put this all behind us and we can experience a life where we do not have to limit our time with family and friends.

I have a couple of things that I experienced in the past couple days that involved Parker, and I thought I would share them with you. First, I will go back to yesterday at Sick Kid's. The general routine on Fridays is that we drive into the underground parking and I get Parker ready to go upstairs for his injection as my wife goes to Shopper's Drug Mart to pick up his ADAGEN for his injection. We usually arrive at the immunology clinic at the same time, but yesterday she went to heat up a bottle for him because we were going to take a little longer. So, I went into the room in which Parker gets weighed and I proceeded to take off his clothes and weigh him. After weighing him (he gained 40 grams in the past week) I held his naked little body against my stomach and chest with one arm as I rummaged through his diaper bag with the other.

Now, I am sure that many of you are thinking to yourselves that you would never let a baby boy be naked for too long, and have already figured out what happened next. To be honest, I didn't feel anything at first, but very faintly I could hear a strange sound coming from below. It was not until then that I felt it. A steady stream of pee hitting my shirt just above my belly button. I was a little perplexed. I did not really know what to do. Did I turn him the other way and risk him urinating on the clean towels and scale or did I take it for the team and just let my shirt act as a sponge? I chose the latter. When Parker was done, I had quite a large and noticable spot on my shirt. It covered a majority of my shirt and unfortunately I did not bring another. I guess I learned my lesson.

The second story I have for you is much shorter and a lot less messy. Now, I know that I have mentioned before that I do stay up later then my wife in the evening and as a result I find myself checking in on Parker three or four times from ten until one in the morning. Last night, when I checked on Parker around midnight I noticed the little guy sitting up in his crib holding his blanket. He was oblivious to me and as a result he did not notice that I was watching him from the bathroom door. Very quietly I began to creep further into his room over to his crib. Then, just as I got above his crib, he looked up, caught a glimpse of me and abruptly fell over, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. My wife had told me a week ago that he did the same thing to her, and I did not believe her. Now that I have witnessed it, I know that my son throws parties in his crib when we are not looking.

Happy Birthday Dad! We love you.