January 12, 2006
Resistance Is Futile
Phin's assimilation into the new fatherhood collective continues its relentless progress:
The largest part of these plans of course involved getting the nursery ready. Now three weeks ago we didn't have a nursery. I had an office / blog room, but we didn't have a nursery. I had a domicile of sanity and a place hide from the women that have overrun my home, but we didn't have a nursery. I had a room that laden with testosterone and free of Estrogen, but we didn't have a nursery. Now we do.
As the only man in a household of six females (if you count the two cats), I hear ya, brutha. But there is no escape.
I insisted that our library be a "manly" room, with dark green paint, my college oar and team photos up on the wall, decoys and the like on shelves, etc. But the effect is sabotaged by the two bookshelves covered with dolls and teddy-bears and the small table in one corner that the Llama-ettes use for drawing and coloring.
As for my fortress of solitude in the basement, the Missus makes me keep all the gels' videotapes there. This year, they figured out that by standing on a plastic seesaw, they could reach the latch at the top of the door and thus effect their entrance. I'm reduced now to insisting only that they don't touch my model ship building stuff, bar or cigars.
UPDATE: In the meantime, newbee papa Stephen Green comes up against what we used to call the "core-breach poopy". Check out his response.
Don't miss those days. No, sireee.Posted by Robert at January 12, 2006 09:47 AM | TrackBack