Friday, November 27, 2009
Imagine...
After a rather emotional moment for me last friday, I remembered this post from awhile back...
(printed and edited with owners permission - HA!!)
Close your eyes for a few moments, and imagine.
A world where no person is judged based on the...
color of their skin,
love they possess and for whom they wish to spend eternity,
geographical location,
family and friends they keep,
orientations from which they were born,
home they live in,
car they drive,
job they perform,
clothes worn,
personal choices they make as women, men and as humans,
religious or spiritual beliefs ,
political beliefs,
abilities to parent!
Imagine, and you will share in what I wish for my child. I want Bella to grow up in a world we never had, but can, and will.
Love, David, Vince & Bella
Happy Fatherhood Friday! DAD_BLOGS
(printed and edited with owners permission - HA!!)
Close your eyes for a few moments, and imagine.
A world where no person is judged based on the...
color of their skin,
love they possess and for whom they wish to spend eternity,
geographical location,
family and friends they keep,
orientations from which they were born,
home they live in,
car they drive,
job they perform,
clothes worn,
personal choices they make as women, men and as humans,
religious or spiritual beliefs ,
political beliefs,
abilities to parent!
Imagine, and you will share in what I wish for my child. I want Bella to grow up in a world we never had, but can, and will.
Love, David, Vince & Bella
Happy Fatherhood Friday! DAD_BLOGS
Friday, November 13, 2009
Daddy's Pooped
(This pic was taken the morning after...)
As you can imagine, this past week has been pretty exhausting. Since the accident, Bella has been quite the active one....even the night we came home from the ER, she was back to her old self...runnin...DAMNIT! LOL
It has been a week of Daddy watching, waiting for the next fall...always one step (pun intended) ahead of Bella...hoping...PRAYING...it doesn't happen again. Feeling the guilt for having it happen in the first place. Apologizing over and over, to a kid who really doesn't understand sorry yet...Sigh!
Stitches came out on Tuesday...another trauma drama...but, we got through it...and yup...she said it again, as she hugged the Doc..."That was fun"
SHEEESH!
We have heard from so many of you...so thank you! Bella is fine now...scars are healing nicely...and BellaDadddy appreciates those virtual hugz! I promise to write more soon...this week? Am just too pooped!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Long Night...
Forgive this post, as I have had very little sleep last night. Yes, the pics is of a hospital band..yes it has Bella's name on it...*SIGH*. And no, sorry, not gonna post a pic of the little one for this post...it aint pretty right now!
We were all about the playing last night...grabbing a flashlight to head outside to "go see da bugs"...as Bella says...it was meant to be a fun fun fun time...
Bella has this thing lately, where she loves to run...and I mean LOVES....no matter the shoes, she will run like a banshee...In the grocery store, Starbucks, the garage, the hallways...you name it...the world is a runners track to our little ones feet. The problem is, she is kinda klutzy when she runs...hell, sometimes even when she walks.
So, last night, heading out...I had JUST finished my oft repeated command....: "Bella, do not run"...when BAMM...she bit it...heading out to the courtyard, she was a runnin, flashlight in hand...tripping over the end of the outdoor carpet...and...well...um...er...ahem...OUCH...she took a header...face first...into the pavers...and I do mean FACE FIRST! Within 10 seconds of heading outside, she had fallen...beautiful face first...
Standing up slowly, as I ran to her, she wasn't crying...yet...then the wailing...just as I wrapped my arms around her to lift her...sobbing...holding me tight.
Once inside, I'd attempted to comfort and ease her fears and crying....I told her it would be alright...she shouldn't run, as this would happen, but "Daddy will make the hurt go away...."
As I held her, pulling her back a sec to check her...I realized there was blood on her doo-rag...not allot, just a square inch patch....but SHE noticed the blood on my shoulder (from where her head had been resting...That was all she wrote..."My blood Daddy, My Blood...I blooded on you Daddy, My Blood".
Long story short, she needed stitches...two to be exact...and as anyone who knows Bella, knows...she is SO NOT COMFORTABLE with Doctors...(for lack of a better term, I have capped what should have been another one word, plural!). The nurses had to hold her down...in a "papoose" blanket, and one Doctor to clean out the wound...deaden it...and of course sew her up....believe you me...was quite traumatic....she was even yelling for everyone to "Let Go"...and exclaiming..."Daddy, I am stuck"...in the midst of all the yelling, screaming and crying....
And after? ..."Daddy, Papa, I am all better now...That was fun"
FUN? Seriously?
Happy Fatherhood Friday!
Walk - Monday, November 2, 2009
Oh The (Halloween) Horror
Here we were, all excited for our little one to experience Halloween for the first time...OK, not actually the "first" time, but truly, the one time first, that she could actually know what it means and enjoy the costumed revelry.
Bella had picked out several variations on a Princess themed costume, having received many pieces and parts for her 3rd birthday.
Fairies, Princesses, Tutu's, wands and the like. She has em all...
So, we pull out the outfit she had chosen...only to be met with a frown, furrowed brow...a stomp here and there...and..."No, I don't wanna wear THAT...EVER!" Ever?
Crap! Now what? How are you supposed to read the mind of a three year old...Wait, you can't...
So, reserved to the notion that I will either have to bribe, or pout...I chose the pout.
Nope, didn't work...EVER!
Threatening works...usually...and thankfully, this time...it did...after a half hour of whining, pouting and threatening...(all me)...I proclaimed that Halloween would be over, her friends would not come over...and we would have to throw away the Pumpkin...(as she calls it, "the Greatest Punkin Ever)...she finally relented...but was not happy about it...
SIGH!
Here is one of the pics...most of them had her frowning, looking down...yes, even picking her nose...
Eventually, she was happy as a clam...many people came by...and Bella made allot of new friends...everyone was a friend...no matter who came by, whether we knew them or not....Bella would exclaim..."Look Daddy there are my friends"..."here come my friends"..."where did my friends go"?...etc...etc...etc...
And the costume? She LOVED IT...and of course, you know where this is going...uh huh...she refused to take it off to go to bed...that was another Whiny Daddy Moment....
Oh Happy Daze!
Bella had picked out several variations on a Princess themed costume, having received many pieces and parts for her 3rd birthday.
Fairies, Princesses, Tutu's, wands and the like. She has em all...
So, we pull out the outfit she had chosen...only to be met with a frown, furrowed brow...a stomp here and there...and..."No, I don't wanna wear THAT...EVER!" Ever?
Crap! Now what? How are you supposed to read the mind of a three year old...Wait, you can't...
So, reserved to the notion that I will either have to bribe, or pout...I chose the pout.
Nope, didn't work...EVER!
Threatening works...usually...and thankfully, this time...it did...after a half hour of whining, pouting and threatening...(all me)...I proclaimed that Halloween would be over, her friends would not come over...and we would have to throw away the Pumpkin...(as she calls it, "the Greatest Punkin Ever)...she finally relented...but was not happy about it...
SIGH!
Here is one of the pics...most of them had her frowning, looking down...yes, even picking her nose...
Eventually, she was happy as a clam...many people came by...and Bella made allot of new friends...everyone was a friend...no matter who came by, whether we knew them or not....Bella would exclaim..."Look Daddy there are my friends"..."here come my friends"..."where did my friends go"?...etc...etc...etc...
And the costume? She LOVED IT...and of course, you know where this is going...uh huh...she refused to take it off to go to bed...that was another Whiny Daddy Moment....
Oh Happy Daze!
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