That's the song that we usually sign to Elliott when he wakes up. It is quite amazing that he wakes up every morning with a smile on his face, he has a much better disposition than either of his parents when faces with a new dawn.
It's also one of the ways that I make money while I stay at home with him.
Every morning I call a woman whom I've never met and whom I know little about. I tell her that it's time for her to get up. She usually grunts at me, then I hang up and call her back five minutes later to tell her that this time she really does have to get up. I am a human alarm clock, and it's one of my 'jobs'.
I've been doing this for about 6 months now. I answered an online ad posted by this lady who was close to being fired from her job because she couldn't seem to find an alarm clock that worked for her. Every alarm that she tried failed, because she'd wake up when it went off, hide it, and go back to sleep. Now she has me calling her, giving her human interaction, and not hanging up until I hear her running water in her bathroom. She hasn't been late to work since we started this, and she pays me weekly via Paypal. It's the best job I've ever had.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
What's this all about then?
Well that's a very good question! Let me enlighten you...
I had a job. I had a good job actually, one that I liked. Alise has a better job, that she also likes, and which pays more than my job. Elliott had a daycare, which he liked. The trouble was that this daycare cost us about as much as I made at my job.
So, we made a decision. We would sell our house, move somewhere cheaper, Alise could work remotely, and i would take care of Elliott.
It wasn't too difficult a decision to make. As much as we both want Elliott to grow up around children and get social time, we also didn't see too much point in working like dogs so that we could just hand over a chunk of change to a stranger to look after Elliott all day. We'd rather be the ones to see his first steps, to hear his first words; rather than being told all about it by the daycare peeps.
While the decision wasn't difficult, the process has been. The house is still being sold, hopefully closing at the end of the month. We have moved into a new place in Central Mass, the circumstances surrounding that being complicated, but at the same time it works for us all. I'll go into further details in a future post.
Elliott is much happier here, I think we all are. He has a lot more room to crawl around and we've pretty much baby-proofed his room so that he can treat it as a playroom. I'm going to use this time to watch him, play a greater part in his development, write more, work from home (more about that later, too), and reflect on my life.
So this blog will be a messy collection of my thoughts and emotions, with a dash of advice and a sprinkle of good times. It will be random and disorganized, much like its author. This blog will be your window into my life, and my window into the outside world.
I had a job. I had a good job actually, one that I liked. Alise has a better job, that she also likes, and which pays more than my job. Elliott had a daycare, which he liked. The trouble was that this daycare cost us about as much as I made at my job.
So, we made a decision. We would sell our house, move somewhere cheaper, Alise could work remotely, and i would take care of Elliott.
It wasn't too difficult a decision to make. As much as we both want Elliott to grow up around children and get social time, we also didn't see too much point in working like dogs so that we could just hand over a chunk of change to a stranger to look after Elliott all day. We'd rather be the ones to see his first steps, to hear his first words; rather than being told all about it by the daycare peeps.
While the decision wasn't difficult, the process has been. The house is still being sold, hopefully closing at the end of the month. We have moved into a new place in Central Mass, the circumstances surrounding that being complicated, but at the same time it works for us all. I'll go into further details in a future post.
Elliott is much happier here, I think we all are. He has a lot more room to crawl around and we've pretty much baby-proofed his room so that he can treat it as a playroom. I'm going to use this time to watch him, play a greater part in his development, write more, work from home (more about that later, too), and reflect on my life.
So this blog will be a messy collection of my thoughts and emotions, with a dash of advice and a sprinkle of good times. It will be random and disorganized, much like its author. This blog will be your window into my life, and my window into the outside world.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
One Year Ago Today...
Now this is a story all about how, my life got flipped turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became a stay at home dad to our precious son Elliott, who turns one year old today.
The lyrics tailed off a little there, my apologies.
Welcome to my blog, a tale of stay at home dadness. While there are many of us, we are a misunderstood breed and our stories often go unheard. Here you will hear great tales of life at home with an infant, the perils of a missed nap time, and the hilarity of diaper malfunctions. Welcome to my new life.
I live with Alise, my fiancee; Coco, our large, loving Labrador; Logan, Random, Havoc and Olive; our 4 psychotic cats, and Elliott; our one year old. Quite possibly the HAPPIEST BABY WHO HAS EVER BEEN BORN EVER!, he's a delightful chap and he made my decision to quit my job and be a stay at home poppa easy. Two weeks ago my boss was a stubborn and cantankerous soul who barked word-like commands and expected great things from me (just kidding Barb!), now my boss is Elliott; who shares many of her traits but who also needs to be fed, watered, changed and soothed. While Alise brings home the bacon, I shall cook it and clean the kitchen while the little guy sleeps. Life shall be challenging.
The lyrics tailed off a little there, my apologies.
Welcome to my blog, a tale of stay at home dadness. While there are many of us, we are a misunderstood breed and our stories often go unheard. Here you will hear great tales of life at home with an infant, the perils of a missed nap time, and the hilarity of diaper malfunctions. Welcome to my new life.
I live with Alise, my fiancee; Coco, our large, loving Labrador; Logan, Random, Havoc and Olive; our 4 psychotic cats, and Elliott; our one year old. Quite possibly the HAPPIEST BABY WHO HAS EVER BEEN BORN EVER!, he's a delightful chap and he made my decision to quit my job and be a stay at home poppa easy. Two weeks ago my boss was a stubborn and cantankerous soul who barked word-like commands and expected great things from me (just kidding Barb!), now my boss is Elliott; who shares many of her traits but who also needs to be fed, watered, changed and soothed. While Alise brings home the bacon, I shall cook it and clean the kitchen while the little guy sleeps. Life shall be challenging.
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