"Go Fly A Kite"
Recently, a blogging pal of mine over at Dad-Blogs, Out-Numbered offered up one of the most brutally honest postings on a blog I have ever read: things-that-suck-about-having-kids. You HAVE to read his writings...clever, humorous and completely direct. Personally, I live vicariously through his musings :-) So many things we really want to convey as parents about our children, however, most of us choose to remain 'PC'...Parentally Correct".
So, in honor (or in spite) of Jason, his amazing blog, & Fatherhood Friday, I am submitting for your entertainment....a "cutesy pictures of birthday parties, messy cupcake faces or first poop poops on the potty" Video.
We have a grassy "wash" area near our home, and recently our friend Nancy was out and about with her kids, flying a really cool kite. It has been fairly windy around here lately, as is the norm for this time of year.
Bella was absolutely mesmerized by the bright colors of their kite, the fact that it was flying 'like a butterfly' and of course, that Bailey & Harrison were at the helm of something so fun!
Of course, she HAD to have one. Of course, Daddy HAD to get her one. Of Course, I DID!
The video below is the outcome of that recent purchase. We had just come from a Starbucks run, and Bella, knowing the kite was in the house, noted the windy conditions. (like she is a weather person n the making). We get out of the car and Bella says: "Wow, Daddy, ish windee. Please, Please, kite, kite...play with Bailey n Harrishon n Nanshee" (she talks that way at times, mostly when she is excited about something...her words include SH allot). Daddy puts the kite together, (surprisingly easy) and off we go.
Had a great time...me included!
There is music involved, so turn it down, turn it up...either way...enjoy my submission to cuteness!
Oh The DRAMZ!
OK so I lied...I DO have something to write about...actually kinda cute too. Disregard my post below...(OK, read it if u want to)...
Close your eyes, those of you with children and imagine....:
"Bella, come on, Daddy is gonna do some laundry, you wanna help"?
In an instant, I hear em, her little feet, running...
There she was, tearing down the hallway, juice in one hand, a "nilla cookie" in the other. I had already turned the corner, so she wasn't within my line of sight...but I hear it...loud enough...BAMM!!!!! Then, silence. (Yeah Yeah, you know the type...silence: calm before the storm.
SCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRECH! OH, DADDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Have an OWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
AT least she was screaming, wasn't knocked out. I came into the hallway and quickly analysed the scene (I fancy myself an amateur CSI - HA!) and realized that she had torn off so fast down the hallway, she had tripped over the runner in her little slippers. These slippers are pretty much to keep her feet warm....they don't fit snugly and we are always telling her not to run in her slippers. This time though, my fault...I'd encouraged her to come join Daddy!
There she was, laying flat on her stomach, elbow up....screeching....Owee Owee, Daddy, Oweee. Now, usually, we just kiss the owee and it 'goes away.' NOT THIS TIME. This was some major drama! As this is the first time she has had a lingering pain owee...the kind you just cant kiss away..she was startled and confused. How come the pain isn't going away? I imagined her asking.
Well, for the next two hours...TWO HOURS! She was little miss drama. Crying, taking deep breathes, asking for the owee to be kissed, crying again, holding up her arm in the air, cheesy grinning, then bursting out in tears...every time she looked at it, or touched it...or Daddy mentioned it, there was another tear...and a then a flood....she would run, (yeah, running again, go figure) to the sofa, to a chair in the office, to another room...lowering her head into the cushions, whimpering that her owee hurt. I kid you not, this went on for two hours. She had never had a boo boo that lasted...and rug burns do!
I was beside myself....I didn't know how to react....I was laughing inside, of course, but outside...I needed to Daddy.
DING! Idea!
"Bella, let's go change your shirt. This will make the owee go away." In her room, we ventured over to the dresser, pulled out a few options, realizing this could go on for another two hours....that bottom lip of her, quivering...ready to unleash a scream at any moment. AHA! The PAPA shirt...."her you go Bella, look, your PAPA shirt" (It has long sleeves...)
Yup, you guessed it...hide the boo boo with a long sleeve shirt...makes the owee go away.
"Daddy, have a ice cream pop please"?
oH tHE drAMZ!
Just Cuz
Was thinking about the blog, and how it has been over a year since we started. Lots have changed, and lots have remained the same. But, been a whole Lotta fun.
Therefore, re-posting the original post that started it all...or rather, started ME, on my way....to being a blogging, stay at home parent. After you read below, head to the left...make sure and read about how it all happened.
Also, don't forget to visit dad-blogs. Fatherhood Friday keeps me moving forward :-)
Here ya go:
Starting a blog, to share day to day experiences with stay at home dads.This is certainly the hardest "job" I have ever had, yet, (at the risk of sounding cliche) the most rewarding.
I intend for this blog to be honest, direct and show the ups and down, to be brutally honest, and therapeutic, for me, and others needing a voice or simply to vent. Some people, involved in our lives, don't "get it" at times, and it can be frustrating, at best, to attempt a dialog or communication with the ones you love. We understand our family is not the typical one, and we are determined to lead as much of a "normal" life as we can, for the sake of our little one. We also realize that many people, including family members, have lots of curiosity, concerns and we welcome questions. Our little family is very open to sharing information on our lives. We look forward to it, actually, as we are damn proud of what we three have accomplished! :-) ! This blog will hopefully answer some of those questions and truly educate others...
There are limitless amounts of information and feelings we can share..so, come on people, lets have our voices heard!
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