The acronym of 2011 is PCG - Primary. Care. Giver.
John the Robert is a stay at home dad. And no - you will not get any whining from me about the transition from a successful and fulfilling career to nappy (diaper) duty and the Wiggles. Actually I will probably bitch about the Wiggles. My little girl is getting weaned on the Ramones and if we must introduce the Wiggles we shall do so with the same care and trepidation as when she gets into ice cream, fast food, beer, and boys; that is, we'll avoid it as long as we possibly can and then we'll begrudgingly admit that it can't be avoided.
My point is that I've never had much of a career - a series of jobs punctuated by hobbies and travel, so believe me, it ain't no sacrifice to stay home and look after this little ball of cute. I'm trying to make sure I've got a plan for everyday - there's plenty to do, and the days fly by. Yesterday Lucy and I went to a how-to-introduce-solid food presentation, and I learned that the pizza and chicken wings must be pureed and enriched with iron before she gets any (Super Bowl is next week, after all).
Another project this week was to finally dust off* several stacks of CDs that haven't seen the light of day since we moved to NZ almost three years ago. And yes, once again, dear readers, I've remembered what excellent taste in music John the Robert has. We spun Bauhas frontman Peter Murphy's Deep, a fantastic noir-ish goth/pop record that I hadn't heard in years. I found a slew of late 90s Bob Dylan bootlegs - I bet you didn't know that he played all 17 minutes of Highlands in Worcester, MA on November 14, 1999. And Lucy loved Disc One of the Ramones anthology. Her favorite tune seems to be Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue. Oops.
*I never saw an infinitive I couldn't split.