A stay-at-home-dad offers thoughts on the joys and sorrows, and everything in between, of fatherhood.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

The Rookie

I’ve played a lot of video games, a few of them well. I’ve played a lot of sports, a few of them well. There was a time, I’m willing to admit, when I wasn’t a bad pool player, nor a bad dart player. It turns out that these pursuits were all preparing me, and not that well, for striving to get food in my daughter’s moving mouth. She doesn’t always move, when the spoon is on the way, but of course that makes it more difficult – the element of surprise. When I do successfully get both spoon and food in her mouth, it’s seldom the last time I’ll see that particular portion of organic brown rice cereal. When she pushes it onto her chin with her tongue, I gently shovel it back up and in, and she smiles and swallows it. Or not. We are a team in training.

The Rookie

I’ve played a lot of video games, a few of them well. I’ve played a lot of sports, a few of them well. There was a time, I’m willing to admit, when I wasn’t a bad pool player, nor a bad dart player. It turns out that these pursuits were all preparing me, and not that well, for striving to get food in my daughter’s moving mouth. She doesn’t always move, when the spoon is on the way, but of course that makes it more difficult – the element of surprise. When I do successfully get both spoon and food in her mouth, it’s seldom the last time I’ll see that particular portion of organic brown rice cereal. When she pushes it onto her chin with her tongue, I gently shovel it back up and in, and she smiles and swallows it. Or not. We are a team in training.