Welcome To Fatherhood, Man

I made the obligatory visit over to my buddy’s house the other day to visit the new baby. I knew I was going to have to coo and say how cute the baby was and even marvel over how much he looked like mom and dad, but what I didn’t realize was how much of a change their house has already gone through.

I mean, this house used to be the epitome of clean. Everything was in its place. The DVDs were stacked neatly on a shelf under the TV; the magazines were organized in the basket next to the couch; and the dishes were always neatly put away in the kitchen cabinets.

The baby is just a few days old and already, the house has exploded with baby stuff. Their house was not cluttered before, but suddenly, there is no room for any of their own personal items.

The DVDs are gone and have been replaced with diapers and wipes stacked haphazardly beneath the TV. In fact, you cannot even see the TV anymore because of the changing table that sits in front of it and the magazines are buried under all of the rattles and burp cloths. Not to mention the dishes that are littering the kitchen counter and sink.

Even their room is no longer their own because of the baby bassinet that sits at the end of the bed. I guess it’s natural for babies to sleep close to parents at first but really, they never get a minute apart, even at night!

I almost laughed at how many items the baby’s room actually had, though it was obvious none of it was being used since the baby was sleeping in the master bedroom anyways. There was a brand new oak crib, a lovely changing table and chest of drawers, a huge rocking chair, and hundreds of tiny little outfits folded and placed into all of the drawers. There were stuffed animals and toys and even clouds painted on the wall. I had to wonder if the baby would be old enough to appreciate all of the stuff long enough before he would want to get rid of it all.

As I wrapped up my visit and noticed the dark rings beneath my friend’s eyes, I tried to give him something to look forward to later that week. After all, even new fathers deserve a night on the town, right? “Dinner out Friday?” I asked. I saw a shadow pass over his face as he looked from the baby, who was peacefully sleeping in the swing that now sat in the middle of the living room, back to me. “Can’t,” he said. “All of this stuff,” he continued gesturing to the mayhem that had taken over the room, “it didn’t come free.”

I took that to mean that not only did he have very little time on his hands because of the new little guy snoozing nearby, but he also no longer had any money for himself. Welcome to fatherhood, man!

Wondering just how much some of these baby stuff cost? Go over to these small boutique nursery furniture stores and check them out yourself!
babybassinetshop.com or click here
babychangingtableshop.net or click here

 

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