In the 15 years I’ve known Pat, I’ve only caught him twerking once. That was enough.
Pat has known addiction in another area though. It’s tough to talk about, but we like to keep it out in the open. If I don’t remind him, he’ll regress and that is not acceptable from a real friend. I won’t let him go back to street corners to fulfill a needless passion. Pat. No More Cookies.
Being a stay-at-home dad has many perks. There is one perk that I have been trying to take advantage of for a very long time.
My son just turned one and is very close to speaking his first word beyond “woof.” Even though he associates “Woof” with the dog, it is a sound, not a word, so it doesn’t count. I have spent countless weeks, days, hours, minutes trying to teach my son to make “Dada” his very first word. All is fair in love and war, and you can bet that if my wife was the one staying-at-home she’d be teaching him to say, “Mama.” This is my house (during the day), I get to make the rules. Those are the perks.
My only problem is that no matter what I do, it seems that we are getting closer and closer to this…
I have resorted to reading books to him using “Dada” as every word. I have entire conversations with him utilizing different inflections and tonality of “Dada.” I do an awesome rendition of Hey Jude using… you get the point.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have some more practicing to do.
The smallest moments can have the biggest impact on a child’s life. My oldest son swung by himself for the first time today.
We’ve been going back and forth for months about him swinging his legs to the right rhythm to keep himself going. I tell him, “Never give up. You may not get it right, but never give up.”
He kicks in frustration and spends more energy doing it wrong than trying to do it right. I swing with him, hoping he will learn to believe that he can do it. Today he gave it everything he had and he soared as high as a backyard swing-set allows. I will dance, cheer or whatever it takes to show my children I believe in them.
Having kids changes your life. There is always a mess to clean up, toys that need new batteries, and laundry to do. It never stops. It’s exhausting. What are you supposed to do when your wife is pooped out by 8:30 at night? It doesn’t leave much time for, you know… business time.
It’s time to remember the days of old and let your partner know… It’s Business Time!
Being a dad has brought out the desire in me to be as creative as possible. I try to take funny pictures, beautiful pictures, etc. Something that The Wife will love. Something that The Understudy will cherish when he grows up. People look at some of the things I do and say, “Awww. You’re such a great dad.” That’s all great, but this guy… He is the World’s Best Father. Hands down.
Parenting can take you every which way and upside-down. Don’t believe us? Watch these Olympic parents.
This brings me back! I remember back in the 80’s trying to teach my Ma how to play Super Mario Bros. I thought it was cool that she wanted to learn, but when she played… Oh boy! She would throw her arms up to jump as if that would help her. I laughed hysterically and 20+ years later, I still find it… Wait… She was actually on to something. Isn’t that what the new game systems are? It’s the Wii. Aww, man. If I could go back in time, I’d be rich. Rich, I say!
Kudos to Buick Regal for their most recent Dadvertising Commercials!
Being a parent is a tag team effort. Some days nothing seems to go right. Everything you try, fails and you feel like the worst parent in the world. It’s great to have a partner that can step in and give a hand when you are down.