The Real Hock's Stir Fry

Over the last few months, I've stumbled upon some random strangers blogs and become somewhat fascinated by what they are writing about their lives. Blogs can be a crazy inside perspective into the hearts and minds of whoever is writing them and an up-close and personal glimpse at their day-to-day activities.

When I first starting writing my blog, I imagined that if it was going to be anything at all, it was going to be REAL. I read a lot of stuff during the months I was pregnant, none of which helped me more than the articles or blog posts that carried the theme of "what no one else will tell you". 

One of my favorites throughout my pregnancy was: 

Lucie's List   (which, by the way, is SO much more than a great baby registry list. It is where I read that my delivery/postpartum room would be most accurately comparable to the scene of a homicide based on the amount of blood. No one had told me that until I read it there, then weeks later when Tyler arrived I laughed to myself upon finding it was oh-so-true.) 

Anyway, back to the point, the point being that I loved and lived off of reading what ACTUALLY happens. Now fast forward to life as parents of a 6-month-old, I still find myself reading through what other parents are writing about their life, their baby, their experiences, etc. Again, the real stuff is so much better than the "everything is rainbows and butterflies" facade. 

Guess what guys, Hock's Stir Fry has been, up until this point, mostly rainbows and butterflies. Guess what (again) Tyler does NOT always smile. We (Kevin and I) don't ALWAYS smile either. I know this might shock you but yes, Tyler cries. And more accurately, WE all cry. Well, not so much Kevin, but I probably have enough for both of us. 

There was the time when Tyler was only 4 weeks old that Kevin walked in the door after working all day to find Tyler crying his precious, little, intense newborn cry AND me crying my first-time mom that is a failure because I don't know why my son is crying cry. He did not, for the record, turn around and head back to work. He came in and did what dads were hard-wired to do...deflate most of the emotion from the room and get us back into a reality in which we could properly function. (note to self, discuss hard-wiring in future post)

There were some other times too...around the 1 month mark when nursing HURT and it had been 3 hours so he needed to eat AGAIN. Around the 3 month mark when HE WOULDN'T SLEEP and I NEEDED HIM TO SLEEP. Around the 4 month mark when HE WANTED TO ROLL OVER but couldn't roll over and I NEEDED HIM TO ROLL OVER so he'd stop being frustrated (fussy) all day. Etc, etc, etc. You get the point. 

The point is he has ups and downs, we have ups and downs (some related to him, some totally unrelated to him). The main thing we've found so far...the sun always comes up tomorrow. Except when it doesn't and the clouds come up instead. Either way, this is take 2 on our REAL life's adventures.