Friday, February 10, 2012

100 Days for My Baby Girl: Week 13

Week 13
You are heading into baby’s 3-month birthday. I don’t know about you, but it’s been an exhausting process. K2’s middle-of-the-night feedings, her wailing for no rhyme nor reason, the constant attention she demands—all the while, trying to train, teach, and track down the whereabouts of my 2-year-old son, Munch—has left Wifey and me beat. For 12 weeks, I’ve done some pretty great things for K2 and Wifey, so now comes the week where it's all about me. It’s important to remember that you do have a life outside the home—and at the right time, in the right place, it’s healthy to remember that life.

By the end of this week, there will be just 9 days left until my daughter's first 100 days, and for that final week+, I’ll be doing something everyday for her. That is why I need to rest up, chill out, and get ready for the final push.

So, this week is going to be all about relaxation. And here are two things I’m planning to do:

#1 Have a Night Out With the Boys                           
I’m not asking for Bulls courtside seats or a Blackhawks game at center ice—just a few hours at a bar with my close buddies. You know, watching a random basketball game and prop betting on the next team to hit a 3, eating a plate full of cheese fries before my basket of hot wings comes out, and drinking whatever beer special they have on tap. I don’t want to take part of any conversation that doesn’t have us arguing over the reason(s) for the Blackhawks sudden collapse, debating whether the Bulls need Dwight Howard, or examining what the White Sox chances are for winning the AL Central. Any other topic comes up and I’m going to shut up. I don’t care about a half-naked Rob Gronkowski partying with strippers after the Super Bowl loss (the NFL season is over). I don’t care about how Kentucky’s freshman make them the best team in college (it’s not March yet, so college basketball is meaningless right now). And, I don’t care about Urban Meyer being an a-hole and poaching recruits (real football is only played on Sundays). I want to talk Bulls, Hawks, and Sox. And if anyone wants to talk about family, wives, or kids, I’m going to pour my beer over their head.

#2 Watch My Favorite Movie with My Daughter
You are never too young to be introduced to the western movie genre, even at 3 months of age, and you are never too old to wish you were a cowboy. This Saturday, K2 and I are going to plop onto the couch and we are going to watch Tombstone. Two hours of men being men, in a simpler time were men rode horses, wore brimmed hats, and got to shoot things. If someone was being rude, you'd shoot 'em. If someone was acting stupid, you'd shoot 'em. If someone pissed you off, you'd shoot 'em. Will K2 understand this? Of course not, but remember, it's all about me this week. Besides, here's a little something for her: she'll be lucky enough to be introduced to both Sam Elliot and Powers Boothe in the same movie. Awesome, right? If she doesn't appreciate them for some crazy reason, I suppose she'll be happy with the eye candy of Jason Priestley and Val Kilmer. Or, if I'm lucky, she'll close her eyes 5 minutes in and wake up just in time to see the shootout at the OK Corral. But then again, it really doesn't matter because it's all about me. (Have I told you that yet?)

Preparing for the final days of a 100-day challenge requires two things: commitment and downtime. And after 13 weeks, you've earned some downtime. Call up your buddies and grab some beer, or grab your little boy or girl, snuggle them into the couch, and enjoy a great movie. Either way, you are relaxing, rejuvinating, and ready to take on that final week.

Week 1: Reminiscence

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