This is some cool father and son teamwork right here.
Sometimes I crawl in bed with my two older daughters and we sing silly songs. This is where we’ll sing a common song like ‘Row Row Row Your Boat’, except say something like Row Row Row Your Meatball. The girls laugh and say NOOOOOOOOO that’s not right, then we sing it the right way.
Well I crawled in bed with them and after about 3 songs Eowyn (child 1) says…
“I peed the bed last night and we’re all laying in it.”
So I am serving on jury duty right now. Apparently I’m not really supposed to talk about it, and luckily there is absolutely nothing towhgabndjn kv , . bxm./ (sorry about that I fell asleep). Whew. This is boring. Luckily I am in the clear though. I have a trip planned to go to Hawaii TOMORROW! So I will get out of any trial. Yesterday’s trial was going to be 6 weeks long… Oh yeah… no talky.
I can talk about this though. This lady next to me keeps falling asleep and jerking herself awake and out of a snore. Its pretty awesome. Quite the cast of characters. I’m getting a true grasp of the random citizen where I live… I should move.
Okay enough about this stuff lets talk the good stuff.
Well tomorrow my wife and I are heading to Maui. I am going to bring the computer and try to post up some stuff on the blog, but there are no promises. I mean I’ll be in Hawaii, and , well, uh, yeah. So all of you that hang on the edge of your seat for my next post… you don’t exist so I can do whatever I want.
Before I ‘Seacrest Out’ I did want to let you know that my daughter Eowyn (child 1) is so excited for Mom and Dad to leave she has a countdown. She is almost 5 years old and the thought of staying a whole bunch of nights at Gramma and Grampas, Nana and Papa’s and some of the aunts and uncles has her beyond excited.
She keeps saying… “So only 2 days left until you leave right?”
It doesn’t help that Grampa Tom has promised her and Hayley a camp out in the living room. I am going to miss my girls, but this is a much needed vacation for my wife and I.
* a couple of side notes. Sorry for the extremely poor photoshop jury image.
I made due with what I had. Secondly I do know how to spell grandma and
grandpa. Aparintily I don’t know how to spell apparently, had to use spell
check on that. I may never return from Hawaii and just send for the kids…
and the baby chicks. I am thinking about throwing something at the snoring
lady… Should I? Enough rambling… See you on the other side of beautiful,
dark, tan skin.
I want to start this post by clarifying something. When I say car rides I am not talking about a joy ride. This is no ‘you are way to huge to be riding that quarter car and its funny’, ‘let’s go go-carting’ or ‘I won a free ride on a lap car at an Indy Race’. Nope, we are talking good old fashion ‘I have to get in the car to pick up diapers and milk’ car rides.
There may not be anything in the world that as a single man I ignorantly took for granted more than getting in and out of a car. Today, I fantasize about opening one door, getting in and driving away. BUT…
Oh no. That is not how it works for parents. I have 3 children and here is the process for getting in and out of the car.
All this is for a simple trip to the store. Getting out of the car is easier, but still takes an eternity in comparison to the single life. After I head into the store, shop for all the stuff on my wife’s shopping list (which is an entirely new blog post by itself) I then have to repeat this process to get back in the car to leave the store (minus go back inside the house part).
The most recent time I went through this charade I finished in the store, got all the girls back in the car, turned on the engine and my phone vibrated with a text from my wife.
In light of my 3 year old daughter letting me know I’m getting fat, I thought I’d share this with you guys.
Sympathy weight gain is a real problem for pregnant men… or I mean men with a pregnant wife.
This is something men need to understand and embrace, because avoiding it is nearly impossible.
Is it the fact your woman is putting on all this weight and you feel bad? Is it the delicious food she craves and you eat? Is it the perfect excuse to eat anything you want? Does the weight appear by osmosis?
We may never know the answers to these questions.
The fact is that sympathy pregnant weight gain is real.
This past weekend we brought the kids to my wife’s families beach cabin on Whidbey Island. It was a beautiful weekend with temp’s in the 70’s. We were hanging out in the sun and I had my shirt off. Hayley, my 3 year old (child 2) said to me…
“Daddy!? You have nurses too?”
Well… I haven’t been able to post up anything on this blog since last Wednesday. I am so sorry to both my regular readers (mom, I know I already apologized to you personally but 2 times isn’t bad).
Last week was crazy for me. First off I had this ridiculous tooth ache that I needed vicodin and percocet just to make it through the days and nights, then caught the flu from 2 of my kids, then went had a root canal at which I hurled 10 minutes before the procedure and about 3 minutes after, was laid out in bed sick all day Thursday and finally went away for the weekend with my family.
It was not all for loss though. I woke up one morning to this real life HowToBeADad moment…
The image on the left is from a blog called How To Be a Dad. Their names are Charlie and Andy and they are hilarious. These guys fart rainbows! (according to youtube that is a compliment so I thought I’d try it here.)
The series of images is called Baby Sleeping Positions, check them out they are veryvery good.
When I woke up that morning I couldn’t help but laugh.
When my 4 year old daughter was trying to console her little sister she said…
“Hayley, put your tears back inside your eyes.”
‘THIS IS WHY I HAVE A PROBLEM WHEN THEY SAY “WE’RE”…..’
I found this little gem on Pinterest today and it was well worth putting it up on the blog. I had a hard time tracking it down to the originator of the content, but it is classic. If you know where it came from let me know.
I am guilty of saying “We’re” when my wife is pregnant. But I have never thrown up, had cankles, had a baby growing inside me or pushed that baby out, so I guess it’s not really “we”. My wife on the other hand has done this 3 times!
There is one thing I have done… I have gained weight when my wife has been pregnant, but that is a whole separate problem.
So here is to all the pregnant moms out there. It’s YOU that Rock! Your man is just along for the ride… and a tiny little bit of the glory.
* on a separate note… thank God I am a man.
UPDATE: The originator of the photo has been found! Actually he found this blog. His name is Justin Wyatt. Thanks Justin for the great pic. (See the comments)