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Telling Secrets

faith, fatherhood, and culture

Monday, September 26, 2005


A little nostalgic for his infant days. No, he's not sitting on Ameena.

MONTH: ONE

Friday, September 23, 2005

You forget to do certain things when you have a 2.5 year old boy and 1 month old twin girls. Little things like using Dapper Dan in the morning so that you don’t go to work with “fluffy hair” or moving the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer before the onesies and burp cloths start to mold. You forget big things too, like adding the twins to your health plan within the 31 day period. Most things you remember to do, but then the neighbor kid tells your son, “I’m going to chop your head off” and you completely lose track of where you were before you had to parent the miscreant.

Other important things slip on by and before you know it a month has passed. Things like talking to your wife. Angela and I stayed up until 12:30 last night just talking. We realized it had been at least two weeks since we actually had an honest-to-God conversation. Mostly an evening’s conversation goes something like this:

“Hi honey! I’m home.”
“How was your day?”
“It was fine. SOS. You know.”
“DAD! You home?”
“Hi Mo’. Yes I’m home.”
“You play outside for me?”
“Sure, I’d love to play outside with you. Let me just get your sister because she’s crying.”

And then,
“Ok, Malachi it’s time for nigh-night. Say nigh-night to daddy. Come on, say, ‘Nigh-night daddy! I love you!’”
“No…”
“Come on, buddy. It’s time to go upstairs and read a story.”
“Nurse upstairs on bed?”
“No we did that at naptime. Do you want some rice milk instead in your special cup?”
“Nooooo…”
“Well, say nigh-night to daddy.”
“NOOOOO.”
“Ssshhhh, your sisters are trying to sleep.”
“Nooooo!”
“Waaaaahhhh waaaahhh waaahhhhh!”

An hour later,
“Hi honey, how did it go?”
“Ok. He was fussy but we talked about the day and sleeping all night like a big boy in his own bed and how if he needed to come sleep in our bed during the night he could do it without crying and screaming.”
“Oh dear. Well, Acacia wouldn’t stop crying until I let her suck on my thumb and Ameena is just starting to wake up. She’ll probably be hungry.”
“Yeah. What do you want to do tonight?”
“I don’t know. You?”
“I don’t know. I should probably go to bed soon.”
“Yeah, me too.”

On the other hand, life is pretty great. Despite not having a spare minute, the kids are wonderful. The girls smile a lot, especially Acacia. When I come back from work, or if she has been asleep for a while, I hold her and talk to her and she has those blank baby eyes that loll around until they lock onto my face. And then her mouth curves up slowly until it suddenly breaks into a big open mouth, toothless smile. Heart melting to say the least. One of my favorite things is to soothe them to sleep on my chest. There is something soporific about a baby sleeping on you. Everything goes kind of soft and there is nothing more important at that moment than the feel of her little chest heaving and the quick whispering sound of air through little nostrils. I love it!

Malachi has been a great big brother too. He often tries to soothe the girls when they cry:
“It’s ok. Sorry you’re upset. I hold her?”
“Sure. Sit here on the couch. Who do you have?”
“’Cacia.”
“Nope that’s Ameena.”
“’Meena.”
“That’s right.”
And when her free flying hand hits him in the face, he pulls an offended look and tells her sternly, “No hitting!” Which of course she does again anyway which makes him a little upset and we have to assure him that she can’t help it.

And Angela is doing so well, in my opinion. It’s tough for her to have been housebound for a month. But we were imagining last night what it would have been like if we had the girls while we were still living on Zuni. Yikes! Talk about a nightmare! Her back hurts constantly from always holding at least one baby, but she maintains a good attitude about it all and is enjoying watching the kids grow.

The biggest thing we are trying to do at this stage is to remember how short this time of life really is. Most of our relationship with our kids will be as adults. So we try to grab what time we have with our little ones and to hold onto it for as long as we can.

Thursday, September 22, 2005


Malachi Joseph (2 yrs 5 months) with his little sisters Acacia Lynn and Ameena Renee at 1 month old


The Girls 1 Month Old


Acacia Lynn 1 Month Old - 8 lb 2 oz


Ameena Renee 1 Month Old - 8 lb 7 oz

Wednesday, September 21, 2005


Sleepy daddy...sleepy girls

Monday, September 12, 2005


"I hold her"

Saturday, September 10, 2005


Ahhhh, peace.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005


The Big Bro