All Dadded Up With Nowhere to Go: 6 Months In

I almost forget what life was like before.

This time last year, I was a different man. Looking at my blog, I partied in Vegas; was still off the high from a 2012 full of adventure and being a man about town — I had the freedom to do just about anything my imagination could whip up! Sarah was a few month pregnant, but I was the father — for me, it mostly meant extra support and being a little more present — I didn’t have to deal with the nausea, hormonal changes or anything else that came with the territory.

Casey Palmer's Little Guy — November 2013

It’s hard to believe that at some point, he was swallowed by his car seat!

This morning, I compared that Casey to the one I saw in the mirror — while a changed man, arguably a more grounded version than the one he knew a year prior.

I haven’t fallen victim to many of the stereotypes and horror stories that veteran parents so love sharing with us newbies: I’m not suffering from chronic fatigue — in fact, I probably sleep better now that I’m home more often; my child hasn’t ruined my life — there were rougher patches in the early months, but as we figure his rhythm out, I love coming home to his coos and smiles as he gets ready to play with his silly Daddy (even if it is for only a few hours a day); no, I’d say fatherhood has been pretty good to me so far, forcing me to step away from the world of glitz and swag I was enthralled with as a lifestyle blogger. It forced me to really look at my life and figure it all out.

So when people ask me what life is like as a parent, I never have a simple answer. With my son creeping up on six months since his exodus from the womb, our relationship’s grown, he’s already developed into a very different person, and I’m trying to figure out what kind of kid he’ll be. Here’s some things I’ve already noticed with him…

L’il Mr. Smiley

Most of the time, I can get him laughing without fail (not really a “laugh, but a wide grin accompanied by the tell-tale sign of his amusement.)

Whether it’s shaking my head side to side like a bobblehead, blowing hair dryer-grade raspberries on his stomach, or creating an entire dance routine for him, I’m definitely his comedian parent.

But the laughs only last as long as the distractions keep up — his default look is a quizzical one as he works to make sense of his world

L’il Mr. Grabbyhands

I didn’t fully realize it until one night where I walked the house with him outstretched before me, and everything we came across was — quite literally — up for grabs. And don’t let his size fool you — the kid’s got a serious vice grip, and may the fates be kid to you should he grab anywhere you find especially painful! (If anyone has a name for the infant supermove where they stick their fingers up your nostrils and then hang on for dear life, I’d love to hear it!)

If I was ever worried about the kid’s coordination, I think I’m good now, thanks.

L’il Big Man

I didn’t start appreciating how quickly kids can grow until within months, he went from a little 6 lb 11 oz thing that came out 3 weeks early to a hulking 20-pound beast, outweighing and outsizing babies months older than him!

Needless to say, I’ve been getting my workout with him as he gets bigger!

Casey Palmer's Little Guy — May 2014

Not so little anymore, is he???

So who am I now? Well, obviously I’m still a blogger — if this post isn’t example enough, you can always see more of my exploits on my blog and Instagram. I manage to work to live, balancing the job out with a life that lets me enjoy what money I do see from the biweekly paycheque (Rebalancing Budgets with Babies has to be a future topic!)

Calm. That’s what I feel — calm. That feeling where you know that everything will ultimately be okay. That all the stresses, pressures and problems I face today may not be here tomorrow and are wastes of time and energy — valuable resources I could use elsewhere. That it’s okay if I don’t blog for a bit — good content is good content, and if I employ the patience and determination to put it together, it’ll eventually get there. But above all, six months into fatherhood, I’ve re-learned the value of family and friends — the people you keep close, the people who rely on you. In ways, my world’s gotten smaller as a parent, but more enriching at the same time. Interactions that might last a minute or two with my son mat have impacts lasting days. The time I do get with people I don’t see often is far more meaningful, and makes more of a lasting impression on my mind than when it was all lights and all partying all the time. I feared that the universe as I knew it would shatter with the cries of my son, but all it did was change.

And we could all use a little change in our lives.

–case p.

Comments (8)

  • OMG this made me laugh. Awesome post! I especially liked the part where you make up dance routines and he is grasping your nostrils like a trapeze artist.

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    • I’d say “Do not try this at home”, but when you have an active little person commandeering your life… I don’t think you have a choice 😛

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  • Awww! Happy 6 months to you and your little man! He’s adorable! What a great post 🙂

    Janine Streiter
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    • Thanks, Janine 🙂 I think for the next post or two, I’ll probably look more to the future and who I want to BECOME as a parent — the little dude doesn’t have too many stories to tell at the moment, I find 😉

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  • Ahhh! Casey! I love this post!!! Being a parent changes us in so many ways, right? Your little man is adorable!

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    • Thanks, Christine 🙂 I’ve definitely seen my priorities change these last six months. In the daytime, I find those odd moments where I’m by myself both refreshing… and foreign. Like all the stuff that makes me who I am are suddenly missing 😛

      But it’s good to have a good reason to tell work to shove it at times 😉

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  • Grt post Casey, it really is amazing when you look at your life from a “before” perspective where we were not responsible for a new little human being and were, well, pretty much self centered because we could be. Then there’s the “after” where we would jump in front of a moving freight train to protect our little ones.
    I no longer remember what life was like before kids, nor do I miss a second of it.

    Sharon Vinderine
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    • Thanks, Sharon 🙂

      I recently read a well-composed Facebook post from a friend who was a teenage Mom celebrating her 18th birthday. She’s had her daughter in her life longer than she hasn’t, and her journey’s been ultimately enriched for it.

      My pre-parental life is hazy, and I think it’ll just continue to evolve as I grow with my son 🙂 I look forward to all the great times ahead! And hey, the not-so-great ones, too. I’m sure I can learn a thing or two from them!

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