Eating my words

here's something funny. my last post i wrote about same sex parents, and how families can fall into ruts if they aren't careful. and so i've been doing some thinking about the subject and the why and how the nitty gritty of it all. now here's something ironic. maybe i myself wasn't exactly following my own advice with my own family. i mean i think i am a pretty good dad, but i think over the past couple of months maybe i have become too much "convenient dad", or "fun dad". like, I'm around when she's in a good mood, but less so when she's not. im sure that part isn't random. the hart part though, if i can attempt to pull myself out of this rut a little bit, though, is that there are a lot of times where the baby is truly inconsolable. and like, i dont stand a freaking chance of helping. she needs the momma touch, and the momma whisper, and all that good jazz. I simply don't have that touch, i really dont. maybe we are just at a hard part of the child rearing process in that regard. i dont know. whatever. so i've tried to get better, obviously. and i've been doing bath time, i have done a diaper (it sounds pretty shitty to say that, but its true, i did a diaper), and in general I've just been trying more with the baby. oh well. this post ended up being far less of a "good read" than i thought it would be, but then again since I make up the majority of this site's readership, then i guess its all good.