This post is a part of the glorious event that is FatherHood Friday. That’s where Dad and Mom bloggers come together on Friday and discuss what FatherHood is all about. Be sure to click the link on the left for more fabulous contributions. Isn’t this header thing like the top of the first page of an old comic? “Bitten by a radioactive spider, young Peter Parker….”
This afternoon I was holding my son in front of me. We had just gotten back from the doctor where I was asked if my perfect baby boy’s poop was yellow. ‘No, it’s still kinda green.’ I answered, being the resident expert on the contents of Tristin’s diaper.
‘Kinda… green…’ the doctor repeated, scribbling the selected hue of my baby’s feces into his chart…
So I’m holding my fully clothed, five day old son in front of me, his big three year old sister oohing and awing over him, when we hear the biggest phooot I’ve ever heard come out of a baby.
This doll will help Calli learn to potty ... right?
OK, I’m pretty sure around the time that Calli was born I read somewhere that girls generally start potty training at 18 months. ‘Woo-hoo!’ My inexperienced father’s brain cried. Only a year and a half of foul-smelling, foul-colored, unidentifiable, unexplainable messes in diapers? I can handle that!
Nearly three years later, I’m still changing diapers. I’ve failed. You can see pictures of the wife and I in the parenting Hall of Shame. There’s a failed potty-trainers wing, and we’re the star attractions.
Then again, maybe not!
Calli and Daddy crack each other up! Ok, Calli cracks Daddy up...
It has been said that laughter is the best medicine. I am a huge advocate of this. I laugh all the time.
I laugh when I’m happy.
I laugh when I’m nervous.
I laugh when something’s funny.
Most of all? I laugh at my kids.
It’s funny how kids know exactly what to do. They are probably more in tune with your likes and needs than any of your adult friends.
Just a few examples:
What does a daddy blogger write about on Memorial Day? Absolutely, this is a day to remember our fallen Military heroes, but as fate would have it, this year, Memorial Day also falls on May 25, which is recognized as National Missing Children’s Day.
This day was recognized by President Ronald Reagan in 1983, following several high profile missing children’s cases. These cases included the murder of Adam Walsh, the son of America’s Most Wanted host John Walsh. John went on to found the Adam Walsh Child Resource Center. Later, the Adam Walsh Center merged with the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children(NCMEC), where John still serves on the board of directors.
Calli achieving warp velocity within an inflatable castle...
We had another adventure at the rec center today. We decided to wake Calli up at the wee hour of 10am (we’ve gotta do something about her sleeping pattern…) and took her to Tumble Tots!
Tumble Tots is a time when toddlers can have free play in the gymnastics area! We had a blast! Calli got to jump into a hole in the floor filled with foam blocks, into which her daddy promptly got stuck, much to the embarassment of her mommy. She bounced on trampolines, swung from rings, and achieved at least Warp 3 running around an inflatable castle.
I think I’ve mentioned before that we have become more active at the rec center lately. We at least swim there almost every day. When our schedules allow, my wife and I drop Calli, the two year old, off at the child sitting service, workout for an hour, pick the little one back up and go swimming. We always have a good time. (I’ve gotten rather adept at reading comics while on the stationary bike!)
“Who came up with pancakes?
‘No, Dear, you can’t have cake for breakfast, you can have fried cake with syrup for breakfast.
Load up on that and try not to nap.’”
-Jim Gaffigan
I can remember getting up in the morning to the smells of my father cooking breakfast. One of his favorite ways to break the fast was by cooking blueberry pancakes. He didn’t use just ordinary pancake mix however. Oh, no. That wasn’t good enough. He would fry up blueberry muffin mix into the shape of a pancake. These blueberry monstrosities were then covered in butter and syrup. These things were so thick, so heavy, and so rich that two bites were usually good for me. As a kid, I remember enjoying those first few bites, and then I’d be sorry. A few days later though, I was at the breakfast table awaiting a serving of blueberry muffin-pancake hybrids.
We had BLTs last night for dinner. While there’s nothing extraordinary about a family sitting down for some Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato action, what was remarkable was the lettuce.
The lettuce?
Yep! The lettuce. The lettuce I used last night was a first for us: sustainably grown by the company Tanimura & Antle, this was Living Lettuce. Living Lettuce is the best lettuce that I have ever eaten. Period.
An ad for Living Lettuce
Fahrenheit 451 cover courtesy of amazon.com
If you’ve read Ray Bradbury‘s brilliant ‘Fahrenheit 451‘, you probably still have visions in your head of homes being destroyed because they dared to have books inside them. I know I do. That’s why an entry at bookshopblog really disturbed me. In their post, ‘Book burning on Feb. 10th 2009 due to CPSIA‘, they claim that according to new CPSIA laws, a book store or library can not sell or distribute items that do not have a certificate stating that they have been tested and proclaimed lead-free. Furthermore, this law is retroactive, meaning that even if the item was published fifty years ago, if it hasn’t been tested, you can’t distribute it!
