Monday, May 14, 2012

Stomping Dragons

            The other day, my daughter took her first stand-alone steps... her grandmother (my MIL) had come over to pick her up for a day. She got so excited she decided not to sit down before going for it. I was surprised and happy that she was moving forward, but when I stopped and truly thought about it, it made me sad. They tell you to hold on to the early moments, because they're the most precious and you'll miss them dearly. I never realized how true that was until I was already looking back on them.
             It's hard to believe that it's already been a whole year. Extremely cliche as it might be, it seems like just yesterday we were in the hospital, and I was awaiting my turn to become a father. A year later worth of watching my baby girl grow, and growing with her. She may squirm a lot now, and I certainly miss all the cuddling of infancy, but there's a lot of positive in it all. The interaction, the way she looks at me with that "look daddy, I learned what you were teaching me, am I doing it right?" look. It is definitely worth all the poop-filled diapers, late nights, and early morning coffee I have endured in this glorious first year.
             Her first birthday is on the 15th of next month. It will by My Little Pony, which she is absolutely in love with. I hope by then she takes a few more steps, human nature lies in progress, and watching that progress is one of the joys of parenthood.

Here's to 17 more years of progress.

Fus Ro Dah

Hello everyone!

             My name is Brad. I'm 23 years old, married to my best friend, and stay at home dad to a beautiful one year old daughter named Claire. My days are filled with excitement at every turn watching her grow.  Though I'm not going to admit that everything is perfect, because my child is extraordinarily odd, and the strangest things happen in this quiet little place we call home, I thought it to be towards the greater good of parent-kind to share this information with the general community. Because most of us (at one point or another) will have children, or already do. So if you happen to have a child as strange as mine, hopefully you'll be a little better prepared.
             First you're probably wondering why this blog is titled, "The Adventures of Bubbahkin". Almost everyone we know (including me and the missus) calls my daughter Bubbie, as well as multiple different variations of it. Bubz, tubby bubby, bubbaroni, bubbalicious, bubbers tubbers, the list goes on. If any of you have played the most recent installation in "The Elder Scrolls" known as "Skyrim" you probably have deducted where it came from already. In the game, the character you play as is known as the Dovahkin. This is translated from an in game language and means "Dragonborn" or "Dragonkin". You are the only entity that can destroy a dragon by devouring it's soul . Well, I was playing said game, and my daughter picked up a ruler and attempted to attack a dragon on screen while screaming "ROAR". Hence, the birth of the Bubbahkin.



These are her stories.