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

Phin has my sympathy. My office at Fort LMC was abruptly converted at Mrs. LMC's direction to a nursery two months before the arrival of our first born. Fortunately for the testosterone balance, the first is a boy.

Posted by: LMC at January 12, 2006 10:03 AM

Yup. That's the tradeoff you get when you have a boy. You go through all of the baby-frilly-stuffed-animal stuff at the beginning, but some day, you'll get to teach him how to belch.

Posted by: Brian B at January 12, 2006 10:09 AM

I'm very disturbed that he labeled a room in his house the "office/blog room."

Very disturbed.

That's akin to naming a room the "office/mint condition star wars collectibles room."

Posted by: Bill from INDC at January 12, 2006 10:53 AM

Dude. It works both ways, you know. My office (and yes, it's QUITE LITERALLY my office - because I work from home) is now the nursery/office. (I'm actually trading one tax deduction for another, huh?)

And you know, he's going to be a little baby and cute and stuff but -- still a boy. It's just me and the cat for femaleness in this house. And she poops in a box in the basement! I'm surrounded by snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails!!

[And you know, I'm truly not complaining. . .]

Posted by: Margi at January 12, 2006 11:34 AM

Fortunately, me and the two boys (plus one male dog) outnumber the girls (the Boss and her dog, a female)in our home. However the space in our small house that is exclusively mine has been shrunk to the size of a walk-in closet(6'x8').

Posted by: KMR at January 12, 2006 12:20 PM
Very disturbed.

Says the man who stalks llamas and frequents interweb chat rooms under the screen name of The Angry Scottish Dwarf.

In your best Scottish brogue, scream for me one time Billy: I'll break Ya!!

Posted by: phin at January 12, 2006 12:47 PM