At 18 months old, my son (“The Understudy”), has been on 14 flights; 9 of those flights were solo with me, his father. In every airport, at every gate, and on every plane, I have seen the fear in the eyes of the child-free adults. This is their worst nightmare.
The Wife and I have 3 sets of parents spread out in 3 different states. It’s very rare that they are all in the same place at the same time. On The Understudy’s first birthday, they were all in town and, being the awesome children that we are, we decided to shock them with a pregnancy announcement.
As part of the social media fun, we posted this picture when it was time to announce the pregnancy to the social media world.
And then this one to announce the gender.
Have I told you how much I like cheese?
As an at-home parent, I witness the development process firsthand. Milestones happen every day. Some happen to suck.
When I ask my son, “The Understudy”, to do something he doesn’t want to do, he walks away quickly. Today he made his first real decision and he vocalized it. As his father, it is my duty to make sure he knows that I will always have the upper hand. I am proud of the defiant little monster that he became today.
Welcome to the game, rookie.
Somewhere around the year 1995, there existed a band that planned to take over the world. An acid rock band made up of misfit high school students that called themselves, “The Fat Bastards.” I saw them “practice” a couple times. They were very good… at being proud of their band. Let’s be honest, it is possible that they were the worst band in the history of high school bands. I don’t know, and who am I to judge? After all, I think that we here at Just a Dad 247 are the funniest dad bloggers to ever live. Is it possible we are the worst dad bloggers in the history of dad bloggers? You be the judge.
What I do know is this… those guys, those “Fat Bastards,” they grew up. And they are all still friends. And now, they have kids. And they are some of the best kid-picture-chroniclers to ever live. Some of the band members have allowed us exclusive permission into their vault of kid pics, where we may pick and choose the hidden gems to release upon the world. Therefore, Just a Dad 247 is proud to present, the “Fat Bastards” vault of kid pics.
And this, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, may be the only surviving picture of the infamous “Fat Bastards.”
Stay tuned for more gems from the “Fat Bastards” vault of kid pics.
Everyone told me that one of the biggest kicks I would get out of having a kid was documenting their reactions to new foods. I have a tendancy to be a bit compulsive (is that possible?) and videoed every single new food that The Understudy ate. Every time the result was the same; no reaction, no funny face. Peas, avocados, sweet potatoes, zucchini… nothing.
I was certain that I would put together a greatest-hits video and be instantly famous. And every time, The Understudy looked at me as if to say, “Is that it? That all you got? Am I here to amuse you?”
Then, I decided to up my game. I got my phone ready, I convinced The Wife that he wouldn’t be harmed in the making of the video, and with a grin on my face and a hint of victory in my eyes, I gave The Understudy a lemon. A LEMON! Why didn’t I think of this before!?! Victory was sure to be mine.
Then, he ate two slices of Lemon and made the sign for more.
The Understudy: 17
Why couldn’t it have just been like this?
This is the face of mockery.
April is known for showers and when it rains, it pours. In the past week Pat and I have collectively had an immobilizing strained back muscle, a meltdown on an airplane, Mimi dislocating her shoulder, a pee catastrophe in the airplane bathroom, my stupid cat ran away, and good friends of the family lost their 26 y/o child. When it rains…
Sometimes we’ve got to clean out the cobwebs. Priorities are the base of our best existence, should we not check occasionally where they are at? It’s tough for me to turn the light on myself, but thankfully, I’ve got a Dad Brother to do that with. I guess I’m looking at spring cleaning as more than a mop this year.
There is nothing wrong with admitting your own faults. Look at Pat. He’s wrong almost all the time and I’m still friends with him. In fact, that’s why old friends are so great to keep in our lives. They see the person you have been and the person you are trying to be. They take the good. They take the bad. They take them both and there you have…the facts of life. Continue reading
My favorite part is him holding the tiny top of the tree to his head as if it were the final brushstroke to his camouflage masterpiece.
My son may not be good at hiding, but he’s great at more things than I can say.
I hope he never quits hiding, though. I’ve found it’s better to fail and learn, than to wonder if I could have succeeded.
Go screw up, son. It’s worth it.