In my last post, I mentioned Anne’s unbelievable talent for diaper bombing. Someone asked for an elaboration, so Anne whipped up this flow chart. It explains how she decides whether it is her turn or my turn to change that next diaper. (Note I=Anne and you/your=Rob).
On August 14 at 6:07 a.m., my golf career officially came to an end. That’s when Anne and I welcomed our son, Owen Michael, into the world.
For the nine months leading up to that momentous occasion, I ended every night by whispering into Anne’s belly. “I can’t wait to meet you,” I’d say. “But please, oh please, pretty please, don’t come on August 14th. That’s the day when daddy gets to play a really nice golf course.”
Kids. You know? They never listen. 1 week ago, I didn’t think anything in the world could be better than playing a beautiful exclusive country club for free on a cool summer morning. (sorry Anne). But then I saw this for the first time:
And in that one moment, when I looked into my son’s eyes for the first time, I could feel my life changing forever. I felt a sense of purpose, of pride, of protection, of parenthood. And then, I had the most amazing realization: If I hurried, I could still make my tee time.
EXCLUSIVE: My First Interview
To commemorate the birth of my first child, a masculine child, I’m bringing back my “Interview with a Dad” series to answer all your pressing questions. My first subject, Ryan, is back. But this time, he’s the one asking the questions. Here’s what Ryan had to say for himself.
Ryan: Congratulations, Rob! I’m so happy for you.
Rob: I wrote that part.
Ryan: I know, but the rest will be the things that I really asked you. So let’s get to the questions.
Ryan: Biggest surprise so far?
Rob: I never thought anything in the world could prevent me from responding to emails at the precise moment I received them. Even if someone were to chop off my hands, I could just get one of those straw microphones to dictate my responses. So I was quite surprised that having a new baby somehow prevented me from responding.
I was also surprised by how much my kid sucks, and even moreso by the power of his sucking. One of the books we have suggested that the dad put his finger in the kid’s mouth to soothe him when he cries. I tried that, and the next thing I knew, I was pulling my shoulder out of his throat.
Actually, there was one other thing that was the quite surprising. After the onset of labor, when I was blitzing through the house grabbing every last thing we could ever need, Anne decided that she should take a quick shower and blow dry her hair. I was in full on panic mode, and Anne decided to clean herself up and make herself beautiful for the hospital. At least it worked – her hair looked fucking amazing until a little but of her vomit got caught in it.
Ryan: One thing that happened from the water breaking to the birth that you wish you could take back?
Rob: Nothing. But I imagine that I’ll say something in this blog post that I’ll need to take back. Maybe the vomit comment. Or the sucking thing. She’ll probably think I mean that he sucks, like “Man, what a jerk. That guy totally sucks.” When what I really meant was :
Rob: I’ve spent the last three hours thinking of a good response to this question. And believe me, I love taking shots at Anne. But she was amazing throughout the whole process. I mean, I guess if I had to pick something that was kind of mean, it would be the moment when she said, “Rob, I wish I never married you. I hate you and I hate your face and I hope that you burn in the pits of hell for ever and ever. Oh, and I hope that when you arrive in hell, you find this waiting for you:”
Ryan: Did you cry at any point during that?
Rob: No. You did a great job of preparing me for what to expect during labor. I’m basically a pro at this parenting thing:
Ryan: On a scale of Jodie saying yes to going to the junior prom to getting your socks wet on a log flume, how excited were you to see balls?
Rob: Good idea to reference two things that no one who reads my blog will understand. For the uninformed, I went to the junior prom with Ryan’s now wife. She loved me at the time. I also once got my socks wet at Great Adventure. I was pissed because my moron friends thought it would be a good idea to ride the log flume at the end of the day. I told them, right off the bat, that it would be stupid to ride the log flume because then we would be wet for the whole ride home. No one likes being wet and cold, including my son, who cries every time he has a cold wet diaper. That’s my boy!
So to answer your question, I was very excited to see the balls. I was especially happy when the doctor said, “it’s definitely a boy.” One of my biggest fears about not finding out was that the data would be inconclusive at the time of birth.
Ryan: What’s the first thing you said to Owen?
Rob: Wow, I wish I remembered this. I think I said, “Hi Owen! You have daddy’s hair!”
Ryan: have you been mad at him yet?
Rob: I mean, he did make me miss that tee time. Also, every day when I get home, we go through the same routine. I hold him for a few minutes and we have a blissful moment of love. Then he pees on my shirt. Then I change him. Then he immediately pees again. Then I change him. Then he starts crying. I sway and make idiotic noises to soothe him, but nothing works. Then he shits on me. Then I change him. Then I finally sit down and he gets this big smile on his face. I’m pretty sure it’s his way of saying, “that was fun, right pop?” Then he shits on me again. Then I change him. Then I hand him to Anne and he doesn’t go to the bathroom again until she hands him back to me. It’s not that I’m mad at him, but I know he’s doing it just to fuck with me.
Ryan: Has he been mad at you?
Rob: I think I crushed one of his balls once when I was changing his diaper. He didn’t like that very much.
Ryan: What’s the best thing about him so far?
Rob: When he falls asleep on my chest and snuggles in extra close while we watch golf together.
Ryan: what’s the worst?
Rob: That he can’t talk yet. The hardest thing so far is that I know he’s trying to communicate with me, but I don’t understand. Just try to imagine how mad Anne would get if we had this conversation:
Anne: Rob, I’m cold. Can you please turn the AC off.
Rob: Um…. Do you want to take your sweater off?
Anne: No, I’m cold. Please turn the AC off.
Rob: Milk? Do you want some milk? If so, I’ll go get your mom and have her bring it to you.
Anne: Is it fucking cold in here, or is it just me?
Rob: [sticks finger in her mouth] Is that what you want?
Anne: The AC. Off. Turn it off now.
Rob: [smells Anne’s ass] Did you poop?
Anne: This is really pissing me off.
Rob: [pulls Anne’s underwear aside and peeks] Any pee in there?
Anne: if you don’t turn the AC off right now, I will murder you.
Rob: Let me get your mom. I think it’s her turn.
Anne: I don’t want my mom! I’m just cold, you asshole.
[Anne takes the baby, Rob walks out of the room decides its cold, turns the AC off because he’s cold]
Anne: Thank you.
Rob: See, I knew you just wanted your mom.
That’s what it’s like when Owen cries. I have no clue what he wants, but I know he’s trying to tell me. It’s so stressful to not be able to give him exactly what he wants at that exact moment to make the crying stop.
Ryan: What’s the nicest thing someone said to you after the birth?
Rob: “He looks just like Anne.”
Ryan: What’s the best advice you’ve gotten since the birth?
Rob: “Whatever you do, don’t blog about your child. Respect his privacy and let him decide on his own whether his images or stories should enter into the public domain.”
Ryan: Did you stay in the north end zone?
Rob: Nope. I saw everything. The hospital didn’t do much in the way of delineating the end zones. I didn’t have much choice in the matter. And, frankly, I’m glad I got to witness everything. It’s unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I have a whole new love and respect for Anne, and think I’m not forbidden from ever getting mad at her again. When the delivery was finished, Anne said to the doctor, “things really seemed to get easier when you started sawing me open.” As a witness to everything, I can assure you there was no saw.
I feel like the luckiest guy in the world to be married to such an amazing woman. One who can endure 16 hours of pain, stress, and sawing, deliver the most amazing baby of all time, and remain so god damn beautiful throughout. I think all women can learn a valuable lesson from this: Even when you’re in the throes of labor, there’s always time for a quick blowout.
I haven’t written in a while because I am consumed with irrational fears about parenthood. For instance, every day for the last 18 days, I have started the day by asking Anne if she’s in labor. She never is.
Anne promises that she’ll tell me as soon as she knows, but I’m worried that she’ll keep it to herself for a few minutes because she’s not sure if it’s really happening. Then, during those minutes, the baby will come out, and grow up, learn the violin, go off to college, get an amazing job, win the masters, become disgustingly rich, and not give me any of the money because I missed it all. If Anne just had the decency to tell me that she was in labor, then I’d be driving a Benz right now.
See what I mean? Totally irrational (but kind of legitimate, right?). Also, as I played out that scenario in my head, I totally pictured the kid as a girl. Does that mean it’s a girl? That’s not a super scientific way of figuring out gender, but is it accurate? 60% of the baby pool responses say no.
While I’m at it, here’s a summary of the responses:
Birthdate: Responses ranged from 8/3/13 (gasp!) to 9/1/13 (Insert Anne gasp here). The most popular response was 8/20/13, two days late.
Baby weight: Responses ranged from 6 lbs 7 oz to 9 lbs 8oz., submitted by Kerry. Kerry, you obviously studied my baby pictures, but Anne thinks you’re a god damn motherfucking bitch right now. Ryan’s response of >19 lbs is disqualified for public health and safety reasons.
Will Rob pass out? More than 50% of responses say “no.” Love you guys.
You all think that I will maintain a healthy weight at the time of birth. Except for a few readers, who shall remain nameless. Like Robert Harms, the prick who said I would weight 201.4 lbs at birth and that dickhead, Ryan, who thinks I’ll balloon up to 265.
To no one’s surprise, way more of you like Anne better than you like me. Why don’t you follow her blog then? Exactly. Because she doesn’t have one. If she did, I’d like it more than this one too. Anne’s the best.
And finally, here are some of the best responses to the “Please use this space to provide any well wishes or parenting advice.”
“I hope your kid has massive balls, but only if it’s a boy.” – Guess who.
“You’ll be a great, overbearing and lovably obsessive father. Your child will grow up with numerous complexes created by you.”
“Don’t read a newspaper or write your blog whilst Anne is actually in labour.” I’m just including this one because of whilst. What a stupid word.
“Rob: Reminders: Good tempo, slow take away, head down, stay on plane and finish your swing. Wait, what was this about again? Good luck Anne!” – Someone who gets me.
“I don’t have kids, but my cat is ‘kind of’ a kid. I guess my advice is, keep it off the back of the sofa and teach it where to poop as early as possible.” – Weird cat lady.
“Your humor makes the work day bearable.” – Probably my “test” submission.
“Rob – Don’t be a jackass! Anne – You are awesome! ” – Anne’s dad.
“And just so you know, I like Anne better because something tells me she is tougher about this whole situation than you.” – Typical reader of my blog.
” Rob, don’t be a douche.”
“This poor, poor (Lucky!) child.”
“if you do the exact opposite of my parents, I may be able to guar.an.tee your kid will be at least 14 before smoking pot”
Those were actually real responses, not like the edited responses I gave in all of the interview with a parent blogs. It’s nothing compared to your pictures of how you think the baby will look:
Anyway, here are the things that are really freaking me out right now:
My interview with a dad series came to a screeching halt after I completed my interviews of Ryan and Andy. Apparently I have fewer real life friends than I thought, and those that do exist refused to participate in an interview. They claim that the photos I chose for other participants amounted to public shaming and that I was being unfair by making up quotes that made the parents seem neglectful. I thought it was all in good fun, but I guess no one cares what I think.
Thankfully, the internet is loaded with insane, self-aggrandizing narcissists who will agree to just about anything. Like Jennifer, a popular mommy blogger at Ramblings of a Suburban Mom.
Please note that Suburban Mom is not the same thing as Teen Mom, who has recently hit the news for appearing in a million dollar porno (NSFW but from HuffPo so also KindaSFW).
Jennifer and her husband, “B” kindly agreed to let me interview them. They seemed like a perfect choice for this series because the Suburban Mom once linked to my blog and an army of humor-deprived moms gleefully clicked the link and laughed and laughed and laughed. I’d like that to happen again, and I imagine she’s now obligated to share this link with her devout followers. ‘Sup ladies.
Before we get started, a bit more context about Suburban Mom:
1) A portion of her website is devoted to Tupperware. Sometimes the jokes just write themselves.
2) Another portion of her website reviews boxes. I don’t understand the concept, so you’ll have to check it out yourself. Just trust me that it’s worth a click. I wasn’t convinced until I saw her review of the Boink Box. The review wasn’t particularly interesting, but I laughed every time I said Boink Box out loud. Twelve times. I said it twelve times. Boink Box.
3) Suburban Mom and I are not facebook friends, so the photo-roast portion of the interview will be brief. I scoured her blog for good pictures, but there were disproportionately more pictures of those stupid boxes than of her kids.
Here’s a picture of two kids that I am 80% certain belong to her.
And here’s a picture that was published under the guise of being a cute picture of her kid when it’s really a thinly veiled attempt by the dad to show off his abs in the sunglass reflection. Nice try, B. (more on this later).
Let’s get to the questions:
Rob Complains: Thanks for joining me today. You do realize that many of your answers will appear in highly edited form, correct?
Suburban Mom: Of course. But I’d do anything for a handsome, charming, physically fit specimen of a man like you, Rob.
Rob Complains: You’re too sweet.
Rob Complains: I’ve noticed that you write about 85 blog posts per week. How do you find time to write, and do you think it’s acceptable to sedate your child for a few hours if you have a good idea for a blog post?
Suburban Mom: Ha!!! I stay up late, very late. Sometimes past Jimmy Kimmel late. That’s why my grammar is so bad in my posts. It’s way to hard to trie and right a blog post and entertain two kids at the same time. Not happening. Although; if I REALLY need to write a blog post, their our always snacks. And TV. I gotta tell you, Sponge Bob can entertain a kid like you wou’ldnt belief.
Rob Complains: You ain’t lyin’ ’bout that grammar, girl. Weird. I’m not sure why this just turned into an episode of In Living Color.
Speaking of blogs, it’s normal for a spouse to demand editorial control over blog content, right? Right?
Suburban Mom: My husband might be the most laid back person on earth. I think it’s the only way he can tolerate being married to me. We are total opposites in that way. He does not care what I write. At all. He’s a cool guy.
Rob Complains: He does sound like a great guy. Hmmmm. Maybe a little too great. How does he feel about having shirtless photos of himself posted all over the internet. Do you give him advance notice, or does he just have a Google Alert set up for “sweet pecs” so he receives immediate notice when you post one of these:
Suburban Mom: B just laughed when I asked him this question. He knows there are shirtless pictures but doesn’t mind. He looks good. I wouldn’t care either if I were him.
Rob Complains: I wonder whether Anne would say such flattering things about me on her blog. If Anne reviewed boxes, all of the reviews would be like, “I received an amazing box of flavored popcorn, candy, and ice cream. Rob ate it all before I got home. He said it was very good.
And about those boxes: When you review things on your website, do you get them for free, or do you spend a shitload of money on boxes of essentially worthless crap?
Suburban Mom: I get this question a lot.
Rob Complains: Oh really?
Suburban Mom: Anyway, I get a lot, okay most, of the boxes free. The box companies will ask me to do a review and will send me a box free of charge. Lots of the boxes have referral programs too, so like if 5 people sign up using my links, I get a free box that month. It’s a pretty sweet deal. It combines two of my loves. Getting things in the mail. And free stuff!
Rob Complains: You hear that ladies – she’s using you. Here at Rob Complains About Things, we’re in it only for the glory. I would never sell your personal information. Even for a Boink Box.
By reading this post, you agree to allow me to sell any and all of your personal information
Of all the things you’ve reviewed over the years, what are the must have items for a new parent?
Suburban Mom: The baby crack machine and a sense of humor. The baby crack machine is just a sound machine with a projector feature. It’s like $20 and buy it for everyone having a baby. It’s amazing and I swear, your kid will sleep better with it. We used it with my older until he was maybe 3 and I swear, that kid sleeps like a ROCK.
And the sense of humor, well, you need one as a new parent. It’s possible that, without a sense of humor, you could lose your mind. I mean it’s not like anyone will be sleeping.
Rob Complains: Not Tupperware? I know you’re into that shit. What is this, 1977?
Suburban Mom: LOL!!! But Tupperware is cool! I swear. They have so many cool gadgets and stuff. It’s not just bowls. My husband even uses (and loves) all my Tupperware stuff.
Rob Complains: Wow. You really sold me with that. Not just bowls but other things. Like lids? They have lids now? WHERE DO I SIGN UP?!?!?!
Next question: Do you notice anything missing from this list of blogs you love? Anything? Anything at all?
Suburban Mom: I suck right?
Rob Complains: Yes, that’s certainly what I was implying.
Suburban Mom: In all fairness, I haven’t updated that list in ages. When I get around to it, I will put you up at the top for sure!!!
Rob Complains: Well, gee. Thanks so much. That means so much to me that when you get around to it at some yet to be determined time, you will move me to the top of the list.
Question For your husband: How much sympathy weight did you gain? How much should I gain? Did you try to keep up with your wife on the lb a week thing? Because that’s a lot of ice cream, right?
Suburban Mom: My husband is a jerk and didn’t gain any weight. He can eat whatever he wants and never gains a pound. Or if he does, he loses it all in like a week. I kinda hate him because of it. But wait, I didn’t know your wife was pregnant???? Where on earth have I been? When is she due? What is she having? And again, where have I been? I need all the details on this! Can I send you guys a baby subscription box??
Rob Complains: Well, I guess that’s why I’m not on the list of blogs you love. Because you don’t read it. I hate you and this stupid interview. Which brings me to my next question: Adult Boxes! Heyo?
Suburban Mom: This just proves there is a box out there for everyone! They are also my husband’s favorite box category.
Rob Complains: Really? I would have thought he’d be more of a Tupperware guy.
Suburban Mom: I think he likes when I text him pictures of these box contents when he’s at work.
Rob Complains: Is it just me, or is anyone else getting uncomfortable?
Suburban Mom: Ohh, and I gotta tell you, the “Adult” boxes are the ones that get the most clicks on my blog. Seriously. Maybe all the wives are buying them so that their husband’s don’t notice or don’t care when 10 other subscription boxes arrive at their house every month? I can totally see that working.
Rob Complains: That’s fraud. What’s gonna happen when your kids find this interview and your blog in like 7 years?
Suburban Mom: If my blog (and yours) are the worst things they find on the internet, I think we’ll be okay!. Heck, I hope I still even have a blog in 7 years.
Rob Complains: Why’d you have to lump me into the worst things on the Internet. This is not going well.
Suburban Mom: I can say whatever I want now because no one’s reading this far down anyway.
Rob Complains: That’s true. Let me get to the boring questions that make it seem like you do actual parenting:
How often can I justify eating ice cream by using it as a bribe to get my kid to do something? And how early can I Start doing that? On that note, can I ban my kid from eating sugar but just basically mainstream it into my system with no regard for how hypocritical I am being? When do kids learn the word hypocritical?
Suburban Mom: You can start bribing them AS SOON as they are born. For example, when my oldest was a baby and I was a new mom up every few hours for weeks on end because my husband was out of town.
Rob Complains: See! I knew he was a dick. He was probably at an Ab conference.
Suburban Mom: I told the kid I would buy him a car when he turned 16 if he would just sleep through the night.
Rob Complains: You know that he didn’t understand that, right?
Suburban Mom: And what do you know, he started sleeping through the night at 5 weeks.
Rob Complains: I’m just going to promise our kid all the Tupperware in the world.
What do you wish you had known before you had a human being to take care of?
Suburban Mom: That kids don’t have to end your grown-up fun.
Rob Complains: Yeah, we get it. You and your husband get adult boxes. Enough already.
Suburban Mom: When people say things like, wait till you have kids, you’ll never go on vacation / eat out alone / sleep again, it’s not true. At all. You can do everything you did before kids after you have kids. And it’ll be more fun! Except super duper long plane rides. Kids aren’t too into that. Taking care of another human is better than you think it will be. People mention the long nights and the crying and they love to share their horrible labor stories with you. But they forget to mention all of the good parts, like newborn snuggles and that newborn smell.
Rob Complains: You mean, meconium?
Suburban Mom: Mmmmmm yes! It makes me want another baby right now! Ohhh, and I also wish I would have known that everyone and their brother has an opinion on how you should raise your kid. It’s quite annoying when some stranger at Target tells you your baby should be wearing a hat even though it’s 90 degrees out.
Rob Complains: Yeah, good point. Remind me not to take advice from any random strangers I meet over the Internet.
Last question: What’s one thing that you did to your kid that you’ll never admit in public?
Suburban Mom: I’m laughing just thinking about answers to that.
Rob Complains: You should know that I exercised an amazing amount of self restraint by not writing an answer to that question for you. Every one I tried made you seem like a bad person.
Anyhow. Thanks for joining me. I hope you send lots of your loyal readers to my blog and then they click here to follow my facebook page.
Last week, I began a new interview series where I learn everything there is to know about being a dad. Ryan was a real sport during that interview, but unfortunately he answered all my questions. So even though this is only week two, I’m mixing it up a bit and interviewing a real mom. Don’t worry though, she kind of has a boy’s name.
Without further ado, let’s get to my interview with Andriana Caradimitropoulo Spence, better known as Andy. See a boy’s name.