Got Milk? I Did Not Friday Night – A Dad’s Story

The worst feeling when you are a parent has to be helplessness. A situation where there is little you can do but cope and hope. I have never been through too many thank God and there are much worse than I am about  to share. I realize in the grand scheme of things, an hour is not a long time to cope. But I am going to share it with you anyways, as it is a night in every Dad’s life that comes at some point.

Your wife goes out free of kids.

Yes, yes, not a big deal but on this night, it was the first night left with the boys with the new bedtime routine. No more just keeping the baby up in front on the TV. No it was a night to put both boys to bed at the same time.

The nights when my wife is out has also been tricky because of the whole breast milk thing. All week, my better half needs to collect, hoard and salvage milk so I can survive without her in the house. Up until this point, it has been somewhat okay.

Clipping Finger And Toe Nails Is Like Being In The Hurt Locker

Do you take care of the nail clipping in your house? Yes, I do my own of course but I also do the 3-year old’s, the 3-month old’s, the dog’s and even my wife’s toes when she was prego.

As you can see I have experience with clipping.

So why do I always feel like I am one of those guys in the Hurt Locker going to check out a bomb?

Well, because if you screw up with your delicate piece of work, all hell will break loose and someone’s anger will explode.

How many of you have cut that first baby nail too short and caused a leakage of blood that you thought would never end?

I have done it twice, one on each kid. I don’t count the dog, because his nails are dark black and it is impossible to keep a perfect record there.

Looking Back At 2012 Like A Dad

The last day of 2012 is here. Time to reflect, look ahead and most importantly, have everything you need from the grocery store (been out once so far).

Happy New Year to all of our readers whether you are a dad, mom, brother, grandfather, Internet addict or even if you are just lost.

This blog was in the design stage for most of the year. No name was thought of until late but the concept was there. To share dad stories, entertain and just be part of the parenting community.

It has only been a month but there have already been some great connections and several other dads who said they would like to join the party in 2013. Great news.

That is the future. Before getting to that, I, the creator of this slice of the net, want to look back at the moments of 2012 that changed the way we lived our lives (in reference to our two boys).

So many to share so I hope my wife forgives me if I leave a few out.

Here we go. Looking back and 2012……like a dad.

Winning Christmas Like A Dad

This is the first post since we celebrated Christmas and it took a few days to build up the energy to do so.

Gifts have been played with, garbage has come and gone and the fridge is full of leftovers and booze. Sounds about right.

This year was also the first Christmas with the two boys.

Harrison (3) is at the perfect age to truly love Christmas and he did so with gusto this year. Giving and receiving gifts, the kid was on fire and hardly slept or ate.

He is back at preschool today which is part of the reason I have time to post.

Seeing that true, unadulterated love of Christmas in a kid’s eyes is what did it for me this year. He was speechless with excitement at certain points.

He listened for Santa, remembered who got him what and did not have one meltdown or misbehaving moment. Blessed.

Our Son Is A Christmas Double Agent

Ah the secrets. The secrets get pretty heavy at Christmas, especially for the kids who end up going shopping with mom or dad.

Today, both my wife and myself grabbed our 3-year old and took him out to shop for the other parent. Both times he came home saying, mom/dad said not to say where we went or what was bought and it was a secret.

My son the double agent. He knows too much.

The mean thing to do would be to interrogate him. He would fold in 30 seconds. But that is no fun. I did not ask, I did not bring it up, nor will I.

Same goes for my wife. At least the boy keeps secrets now. Before when we have tried this, he would run in the door yelling just what I had told him not to say.

So there is progression. He is learning the tricks. It was so much easier when he was a baby and you could tell him anything and he was the ultimate vault.