Totally stole this from a friend but it's a really great read so enjoy!
So, this morning my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US department of energy went off at 7:00am. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of US Department of Agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the Food and Drug Administration.
At the appropriate time as regulated by the US Congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads build by the local, state, and federal departments of transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank. On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to be sent out via the US Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school.
After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the Department of Labor and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, enjoying another two meals which again do not kill me because of the USDA, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshal's inspection, and which has not been plundered of all it's valuables thanks to the local police department.
I then log on to the internet which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency and post on freerepublic.com and the Fox News forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can't do anything right.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Crashed
... and burned! What a week! TO start off with, I'm trying to write more but I have slowly had the life beaten out of me these last couple of weeks. I have had a strain put on my relationship with my girl and my child. I can feel the tension in the room and it absolutely is so thick that you can feel it. I'm convinced that there were moments these last few weeks that someone could have rested their back against the wall of tension we had and read their morning paper. There was just a string of unpleasantness spiting out of both us and it always had something to do with the tinniest thing would set us off. No major fight just a lot of bickering and evil glares. it was bad!
And I honestly can't say that it's over.
We all seem to have those days where nothing goes right, we want to kill someone; someone wants to kill us; we need to punch something really hard or scream at something really hard, and just release the anger. I always imagine screaming up at the sky while the camera fades back and you see the rain pouring down on me yadda yadda yadda.
These were the kind of moments that were coming up over and over. I hate when I can feel a fight coming on and I'm like, "where's that escape route?" and right as I have no choice but to jump out of my second story window, the door slams open and i hear, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" and sigh, I reply in such a monotone voice that would make any Wal-Mart service rep glow with pride, "i am so sorry you feel that way dear. I hope that i can spend the next few hours fixing the problem so you can relax and be happy again." Automated. Amazingly, that little speech didn't fix it. Shocking. I'm like, "Wow, Wal-Mart, WAKE UP! WE'RE DOING SOMETHING WRONG HERE!"
But the fight begins there and really when I'm fighting I see a lot of visual references pass through my mind. Snowballs rolling down hills, getting bigger and bigger until it's a gianormous snowball ready to collapse the very house i'm yelling and screaming my head off! I see the small wave in the distant water rising, becoming the giant tsunami crashing down upon the tiny village house where i'm trying to make my point of view the right point of view! Images just spit out of my brain and I don't know if it's just the momentum of these images boiling to a greater point, but I get angrier each moment I watch the earthquake swallow the entire city where the other person is yelling at me. I have Chuck Norris fight scenes play in my head, kicking my opponents ass with my Chuck Norris punches, kicks and general awesomeness.
All I want to do is say these few sentences and then crawl into my bed and forget everything happened that day.
But even after all of the yelling and the grumpies and the pouting and the kicking and whining has ended. Even after all of that has subsided and I can concentrate on a decent night sleep, I hear the next sound that has added shit to my pile of misery.
Baby cries.
The son has awoken at 4am to be fed or had a nightmare or enjoys the fact that he has a recorded schedule of your REMs and can interrupt them right as they get to the good part. Whatever it is, he's awake and now so are you. And then after a bottle, a rousing rendition of rock a bye baby, and a few more whimpers, Sam has fallen back asleep. And then after dealing with that for an hour, an hour after that your alarm rings to start you on your day. FML.
I hope that these anger pains subside soon and I start seeing blue skies, pretty birds and green pastures. I hope that the calming wave that bristles through the land comes to rest at my feet. I hope that when all of the arguing, the snide comments, the looks of disgust get out of our systems, we will enjoy a much happier life. I need to get back to that because I have big plans that are getting ready to be unveiled in the next few months and I need to be happy and excited to do it. That will be all that I announce on that subject right now.
Alice and Sam are gone for the night (wahoo I'm free) so I'm going to bed.
And I honestly can't say that it's over.
We all seem to have those days where nothing goes right, we want to kill someone; someone wants to kill us; we need to punch something really hard or scream at something really hard, and just release the anger. I always imagine screaming up at the sky while the camera fades back and you see the rain pouring down on me yadda yadda yadda.
These were the kind of moments that were coming up over and over. I hate when I can feel a fight coming on and I'm like, "where's that escape route?" and right as I have no choice but to jump out of my second story window, the door slams open and i hear, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" and sigh, I reply in such a monotone voice that would make any Wal-Mart service rep glow with pride, "i am so sorry you feel that way dear. I hope that i can spend the next few hours fixing the problem so you can relax and be happy again." Automated. Amazingly, that little speech didn't fix it. Shocking. I'm like, "Wow, Wal-Mart, WAKE UP! WE'RE DOING SOMETHING WRONG HERE!"
But the fight begins there and really when I'm fighting I see a lot of visual references pass through my mind. Snowballs rolling down hills, getting bigger and bigger until it's a gianormous snowball ready to collapse the very house i'm yelling and screaming my head off! I see the small wave in the distant water rising, becoming the giant tsunami crashing down upon the tiny village house where i'm trying to make my point of view the right point of view! Images just spit out of my brain and I don't know if it's just the momentum of these images boiling to a greater point, but I get angrier each moment I watch the earthquake swallow the entire city where the other person is yelling at me. I have Chuck Norris fight scenes play in my head, kicking my opponents ass with my Chuck Norris punches, kicks and general awesomeness.
All I want to do is say these few sentences and then crawl into my bed and forget everything happened that day.
But even after all of the yelling and the grumpies and the pouting and the kicking and whining has ended. Even after all of that has subsided and I can concentrate on a decent night sleep, I hear the next sound that has added shit to my pile of misery.
Baby cries.
The son has awoken at 4am to be fed or had a nightmare or enjoys the fact that he has a recorded schedule of your REMs and can interrupt them right as they get to the good part. Whatever it is, he's awake and now so are you. And then after a bottle, a rousing rendition of rock a bye baby, and a few more whimpers, Sam has fallen back asleep. And then after dealing with that for an hour, an hour after that your alarm rings to start you on your day. FML.
I hope that these anger pains subside soon and I start seeing blue skies, pretty birds and green pastures. I hope that the calming wave that bristles through the land comes to rest at my feet. I hope that when all of the arguing, the snide comments, the looks of disgust get out of our systems, we will enjoy a much happier life. I need to get back to that because I have big plans that are getting ready to be unveiled in the next few months and I need to be happy and excited to do it. That will be all that I announce on that subject right now.
Alice and Sam are gone for the night (wahoo I'm free) so I'm going to bed.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Checkout
I haven't posted in a while so I thought I would take someone else's post and let them write what I'm too lazy too. This guy is my hero.
The Dadler: Balloons schmalloons, give me these 5 things the next time I shop
All the hubbub last week about Trader Joe’s bailing on balloons struck me as a bunch of complaining.Well, in the spirit of Dina Freeman’s post about mommy drive-thrus, I’m not going to moan about TJ’s smacking down the one thing that kept me in their store when I had the kids in tow.
No. Instead I’m here with solutions.
I’m giving market and store owners everywhere five ideas for ensuring that they will never, ever be without mom and dad shoppers in their aisles:
1. A checkout lane for child haters
Get the childless away from me as I’ve got enough on my hands that I don’t need to deal with folks who are bummed they’re behind my bazillion items and my kid who’s interrupting their reading of Hot Lives of the Childless Magazine to say, “Hi, Hi, Hi,” and “Hi!”
2. Spray paint cereal boxes with captains, bunnies, and other cartoon characters black
It’s amazing to me that the cigarette-smoking camel has been banned from America’s stores while kids are still being seduced by a green dude peddling high-fructose corn syrup stars and clovers.
And while I’m at it – why can’t the “healthy” cereals ditch the earnest, anatomically correct drawings of things like puffins for something more intriguing (like that damn camel) that will actually make my kids want to eat the stuff (we’re battling for minds here, health-food marketers. Cowboy up).
3. The baby has just crapped checkout lane
Blowouts happen. Escape is necessary.
4. Carts outfitted with berry- or O-shaped cereal–filled hamster bottles
I’m sick and tired of stuffing unwashed, toxic-laced blueberries into my kids’ mouths at the market.
So how about when I walk in I have the option of purchasing a sterile hamster bottle filled with some delightful kid food? This would allow my child to gorge themselves with washed berries or cereal treats.
And here’s the thing: With my hands and mind freed from the task of reacting to my needy child, I’d spend more money because I could actually get to all the things on my list. I bet the stores would cover the costs of those hamster bottles in two or three trips - tops.
5. Virtual world online shopping
For those online retailers who say we could skip store tantrums, hang-ups, or bodily fluid incidents by clicking to buy, I have this to say: The computer is inside my house.
Shopping is a way to break the stir-crazy blues. And when you have a newborn, this break is critical (I recall conversations with the butcher fondly). And even when your baby has grown into a kid, shopping via computer while your child hits return again and again is not fun.
But imagine online retailers sending out headsets and goggles that would allow us to, say, select pineapples on the beach at Waikiki or tomatoes atthat little farmer’s market in Tuscany I read about once in Hot Lives of the Childless Magazine? Now that might keep me in the house…
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Photo: “Shopping cart” by Eden, Janine and Jim
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Sporadic
It's the first day of April! Yahoo! Get those practical jokes ready boys and girls. Where are you whoopie cushions, your exploding peanut cans and your fake shit? Today is the day when anything to can happen to anyone and it's a free pass! You can't get mad! I will say that the only exception to this rule is that you can't do anything to anyone that will last longer than today. For instance, you cannot kill someone's rabbit and say, "April Fools!" and then tomorrow say, "that was suppose to be funny." That's the rule. Although, people who murder other people's rabbits are just cruel and deserve to be punished. Let's leave murder off the list for people and animals alike. Unless they're chickens.
That was a very random starting paragraph.
So I've been watching Parenthood. Anyone else? I don't know if it's just 10 time better than it should be because I am a parent, but that show has me shedding some tears (just a couple though, nothing like faucets on and overflowing sink!) but the main dad in this show, Adam, is going through a lot of shit. And this is shit that anyone can deal with. I guess that's the thing about this show that really gets to you. These are real situations and things that could happen to any dad. So far it's been Autism, daughter's boyfriends, family, baseball I mean the list goes on and on. Just seeing him keep it together through all of this has been really inspiring. I hate using that word about a television show. I hate being inspired by something that isn't true. I guess television's goal is to offer a glimpse of how much better we as people could be and let's try harder.
Anyway, it's a good show and start watching it.
A lot of things have been happening around me lately and I would love to jot them all down but I need to collect my thoughts first. Nothing bad but exhausting and I'm ready for a much needed break. I just would like a moment to slow down and relax. I will say that an argument was held last night over this and really had absolutely nothing to do with that link but it did start some word vomit and frustrations. I'm tired and I need to sleep. It just seems that I'm given the chance to sleep at the point when I'm not tired! That right there is a frustrating fact. Why do I get a chance for 8 hours of sleep at 9 o'clock at night? I'm sorry but I haven't done that since I was 10! I would like to go to bed at 11 or 12 o'clock and be able to sleep until 8 the next morning without interruption. I would like to choose the sleep pattern and maybe that will help. I do not want to be dictated when and where I will sleep. I'm rambling again.
Okay brain, calm down.
I will have an actual insightful blog next time.
That was a very random starting paragraph.
So I've been watching Parenthood. Anyone else? I don't know if it's just 10 time better than it should be because I am a parent, but that show has me shedding some tears (just a couple though, nothing like faucets on and overflowing sink!) but the main dad in this show, Adam, is going through a lot of shit. And this is shit that anyone can deal with. I guess that's the thing about this show that really gets to you. These are real situations and things that could happen to any dad. So far it's been Autism, daughter's boyfriends, family, baseball I mean the list goes on and on. Just seeing him keep it together through all of this has been really inspiring. I hate using that word about a television show. I hate being inspired by something that isn't true. I guess television's goal is to offer a glimpse of how much better we as people could be and let's try harder.
Anyway, it's a good show and start watching it.
A lot of things have been happening around me lately and I would love to jot them all down but I need to collect my thoughts first. Nothing bad but exhausting and I'm ready for a much needed break. I just would like a moment to slow down and relax. I will say that an argument was held last night over this and really had absolutely nothing to do with that link but it did start some word vomit and frustrations. I'm tired and I need to sleep. It just seems that I'm given the chance to sleep at the point when I'm not tired! That right there is a frustrating fact. Why do I get a chance for 8 hours of sleep at 9 o'clock at night? I'm sorry but I haven't done that since I was 10! I would like to go to bed at 11 or 12 o'clock and be able to sleep until 8 the next morning without interruption. I would like to choose the sleep pattern and maybe that will help. I do not want to be dictated when and where I will sleep. I'm rambling again.
Okay brain, calm down.
I will have an actual insightful blog next time.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Simple
Okay, I'm adding another post with absolutely nothing to talk about. I really wish my life were a little more exciting or impressive or even any thoughts came to my head so I could write them down more often. Life is going well, Sam is doing great and there really is absolutely nothing to complain about. My Gym Frederick reopens on Monday and I am ready!
This will probably be the shortest entry I will ever write. You're welcome.
This will probably be the shortest entry I will ever write. You're welcome.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Reflection
When do you feel like you are a man?
This is my question for my two readers that I pose for you. Is it, thinking of others, raising a family, turning 18? This big question leads me to ask another one: do I feel like a man?
I know there are jokes you all are either making out loud or in your heads, hah hah hah! But seriously, when I look in the mirror do I see a man or a young adult? I know you can't answer that question but for me, I don't see or feel myself in any sort of adult "man" role. I don't know if it's the job that I do, acting like I'm 5 all day (i love my job!) Or, just the fact that i see my parents on a regular basis and visualize coming to the kitchen on a Saturday morning and eating the delicious raspberry scones my mother has baked while planning an interesting day in D.C. spent with museums, walks through the Mall or flying a kite right by the Monument. I don't know if it's just as you reach the pinnacle of your teenage years you stop growing and start accepting that you'll only be 5'7 for the rest of your life and you will have a stockier build then that stupid lanky kid playing basketball. It's probably a combination of all of these ideas wrapped into one. For me, when I look at myself in the mirror (first I flex my biceps!.. okay, you didn't need to know that...) and then I think about how I'm not a teenager. I'm not a little guy who depends on his dad to drive him to the movies to meet up with friends. I'm not a boy who plays out in the snow all day and then rushes in for Hot Chocolate with mini-marshmallows that mom has waiting for me (hah, actually Alice still does that for me only it's more shoveling snow then making snowmen!) I'm not the guy who walks the halls of his high school, making plans for the weekend and complaining about Ms. Griffin's lack of English teaching skills (true story). I'm no longer that person. I've grown up.
It sucks.
Okay, being older has a lot of advantages. I don't have a bedtime obviously. I'm writing this at 1:30 in the morning (what's up mom and dad?!) but I have to understand the consequence of staying up. That's the thing as grownups that our grownups forgot to mention. There are a lot more consequences for what we do now and we spend a lot of our lives considering them before we make any final decision. Especially money. Before it was carefree, who needs a savings account?! Life insurance? Really? Me? I'm going to take my chances on not getting into a fatal accident thus deterring me away from the decision to get Health insurance. Now, especially being a dad, everything is about where the money goes. If we get the half off formula then we can put that money away for a really nice private school. School! What's the best school to send your kid? What does an overall education mean? Have you noticed that this paragraph mostly has questions in it? Just did it again. That's the thing about being a parent: you have a million questions! And that's only the ones you yourself have. What happens when your little guy starts asking the really hard questions: why is the sky blue? Where do babies come from? and of course, why was i adopted? Okay, I'm pretty sure most of you won't get that last one, but for my sister and I, it was a good question.
I just need a second or two (by second I mean hour) simply to just breathe and remember that answers come when you're ready for them. I have so many questions and I know that taking it slowly and positively I will find my answers. I just wonder if the kids that I teach or the kids in school see me as a man. I have such a hard time accepting the fact that I have reached that "man" phase. I have reached that stage where people say, "you are your own man, now" and that just freaks me out. Being a man means making the tough choices and being responsible and just facing the truth that is in front of you. I just want to look at that mirror and see myself as the little boy that had his Apple Cinnamon Pop-Tart each morning and then went over to Mrs. Pacifico's and watched Gummie Bears with David before climbing on bus 235 to school. I just want to be that kid that had his ass-kicked in Four Square, 1 on 1 basketball, 2 on 2 basketball and team basketball (looking back on my life, I don't think I've ever been good at basketball! And yet it's all I played). I just want to be that boy who only worried about his grade school crush and getting good grades. As a man, there are so many things you have to deal with before getting to Susie's love note stuck in your locker. Let's tackle each one of those at a time. Then I'll unfold that note and read what it said. I hope one day I can look in the mirror and no longer see that boy. I hope one day I can look in the mirror and officially say, "I am a man".
Maybe when I'm 30.
This is my question for my two readers that I pose for you. Is it, thinking of others, raising a family, turning 18? This big question leads me to ask another one: do I feel like a man?
I know there are jokes you all are either making out loud or in your heads, hah hah hah! But seriously, when I look in the mirror do I see a man or a young adult? I know you can't answer that question but for me, I don't see or feel myself in any sort of adult "man" role. I don't know if it's the job that I do, acting like I'm 5 all day (i love my job!) Or, just the fact that i see my parents on a regular basis and visualize coming to the kitchen on a Saturday morning and eating the delicious raspberry scones my mother has baked while planning an interesting day in D.C. spent with museums, walks through the Mall or flying a kite right by the Monument. I don't know if it's just as you reach the pinnacle of your teenage years you stop growing and start accepting that you'll only be 5'7 for the rest of your life and you will have a stockier build then that stupid lanky kid playing basketball. It's probably a combination of all of these ideas wrapped into one. For me, when I look at myself in the mirror (first I flex my biceps!.. okay, you didn't need to know that...) and then I think about how I'm not a teenager. I'm not a little guy who depends on his dad to drive him to the movies to meet up with friends. I'm not a boy who plays out in the snow all day and then rushes in for Hot Chocolate with mini-marshmallows that mom has waiting for me (hah, actually Alice still does that for me only it's more shoveling snow then making snowmen!) I'm not the guy who walks the halls of his high school, making plans for the weekend and complaining about Ms. Griffin's lack of English teaching skills (true story). I'm no longer that person. I've grown up.
It sucks.
Okay, being older has a lot of advantages. I don't have a bedtime obviously. I'm writing this at 1:30 in the morning (what's up mom and dad?!) but I have to understand the consequence of staying up. That's the thing as grownups that our grownups forgot to mention. There are a lot more consequences for what we do now and we spend a lot of our lives considering them before we make any final decision. Especially money. Before it was carefree, who needs a savings account?! Life insurance? Really? Me? I'm going to take my chances on not getting into a fatal accident thus deterring me away from the decision to get Health insurance. Now, especially being a dad, everything is about where the money goes. If we get the half off formula then we can put that money away for a really nice private school. School! What's the best school to send your kid? What does an overall education mean? Have you noticed that this paragraph mostly has questions in it? Just did it again. That's the thing about being a parent: you have a million questions! And that's only the ones you yourself have. What happens when your little guy starts asking the really hard questions: why is the sky blue? Where do babies come from? and of course, why was i adopted? Okay, I'm pretty sure most of you won't get that last one, but for my sister and I, it was a good question.
I just need a second or two (by second I mean hour) simply to just breathe and remember that answers come when you're ready for them. I have so many questions and I know that taking it slowly and positively I will find my answers. I just wonder if the kids that I teach or the kids in school see me as a man. I have such a hard time accepting the fact that I have reached that "man" phase. I have reached that stage where people say, "you are your own man, now" and that just freaks me out. Being a man means making the tough choices and being responsible and just facing the truth that is in front of you. I just want to look at that mirror and see myself as the little boy that had his Apple Cinnamon Pop-Tart each morning and then went over to Mrs. Pacifico's and watched Gummie Bears with David before climbing on bus 235 to school. I just want to be that kid that had his ass-kicked in Four Square, 1 on 1 basketball, 2 on 2 basketball and team basketball (looking back on my life, I don't think I've ever been good at basketball! And yet it's all I played). I just want to be that boy who only worried about his grade school crush and getting good grades. As a man, there are so many things you have to deal with before getting to Susie's love note stuck in your locker. Let's tackle each one of those at a time. Then I'll unfold that note and read what it said. I hope one day I can look in the mirror and no longer see that boy. I hope one day I can look in the mirror and officially say, "I am a man".
Maybe when I'm 30.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Anniversary
I would like to announce that it has been a year since I started posting on here. Thank you to any readers who tuned in and read my rants and my obscure views of life, parenting and beyond. I appreciate it and hope to see much more in the future!
Photographs
I'm attaching some pictures on here of Sam because he is just so darn cute! Plus I'm pretty proud of my camera skills. I am definitely a Canon man! I was tempted to switch to Nikon when they released their D90 but resisted even though having a HD video camera on there is pretty tempting. I would like to offer a piece of advice for anyone buying a camera: go buy one. I spent so many hours trying to figure out what I wanted and what was the best and what I could afford. I finally just made a decision and it worked for me. I love Canon products and I would like to stay with them for the duration of my time as a photographer. So that's my spiel. Let me know if you like the pics!
Siesta
Naps are amazing. That is one thing that I'm shocked we as Americans never picked up: Siestas. OMG, how amazing would a freakin' STOP what you are doing in the middle of the day and just lay the hell down! Wow, I would just think more people would be happy and content and more work would end up being done! Really should look more into this. I think if i ever owned my own business then I would have a siesta period during the day. I guess it would have to be one of those places where you could afford to lose 2 hours of business and yes those employees wouldn't be paid for it, but how much happier would they be? Refreshed. Invigorated. Sam and I took a Siesta today and when I woke up from that hour of sleep I was ready to conquer the world! I felt so alive and so ready to do anything my brain could come up with! So I saw down to write this and then I got bored and went downstairs and watched TV. I'm awesome.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Rest
Oh My goodness my son doesn't sleep. We fought it for a good hour and a half and then decided to get him out of the crib and put him on his bed in his room. Another hour. Actually I drifted off while he stared at the wall as if watching paint dry. And then he rolled over, kicked me a couple of times until I woke up and here we are. So I said, "fine!" and now he's bouncing on his jumperoo and laughing at me that he got his way. Oh man!
I love giving into my child and I hate it. I think there will always be those people that say you shouldn't and those that say that you should. As these days stretch into months I'm finding that the advice from a parent goes only as far as their child's age. Those little nuggets of advice that really seem helpful just don't work anymore. I know that when I meet someone with a four-month old I will be spilling out the wealth of knowledge that I have accumulated these last 8 months, but yeah, it really doesn't mean much.
My son doesn't want to take a nap today.
There could be a hundred reasons why. I fed him too much, I gave him a sweet berry dessert for lunch, he wants to play, he's growing out of his afternoon nap, he is more interested in watching cars drive by, he likes getting his way, he's making a stand for all babies that they won't go down without a fight! I don't know. I really don't care. It's not a matter of why it's just a simple answer: my son doesn't want to take a nap today. And that's fine with me. I've been telling Alice when she says we need to get him into more of a routine, he already is in one. It's called Morning, Afternoon, Evening and Night. We are not routine kind of people and each day something new and exciting is about to happen. That's why we get up in the morning. To see what's in store for us. We used to get a lot of people (okay, honestly, a lot of moms) tell us that there needs to be structure to his day: morning naps, afternoons, feedings at this time, changing times yadda yadda yadda! Maybe their right. But how many people can have a schedule where they still have the routine going on? Their life can't possibly be that predictable and simple. I would like to meet these people and see how happy they are. Whether it's because our lives are different each day or because he follows a routine, my baby boy will smile at you every time he makes eye contact with you! So I'm pretty confident he's happy. That's all I need to know.
I just wanted to write some thoughts about how Sam is giving all the cues of wanting to sleep but even at 8 months old, proving that he'll get his way whether I like it or not! Also to let you readers know that I did my first Partial Mash beer brew the other day and now it's time to really start the ball rolling on All-Grain Beery brewing! Unless this beer tastes terrible in which case I will give up all together and never mention home brewing again!
I love giving into my child and I hate it. I think there will always be those people that say you shouldn't and those that say that you should. As these days stretch into months I'm finding that the advice from a parent goes only as far as their child's age. Those little nuggets of advice that really seem helpful just don't work anymore. I know that when I meet someone with a four-month old I will be spilling out the wealth of knowledge that I have accumulated these last 8 months, but yeah, it really doesn't mean much.
My son doesn't want to take a nap today.
There could be a hundred reasons why. I fed him too much, I gave him a sweet berry dessert for lunch, he wants to play, he's growing out of his afternoon nap, he is more interested in watching cars drive by, he likes getting his way, he's making a stand for all babies that they won't go down without a fight! I don't know. I really don't care. It's not a matter of why it's just a simple answer: my son doesn't want to take a nap today. And that's fine with me. I've been telling Alice when she says we need to get him into more of a routine, he already is in one. It's called Morning, Afternoon, Evening and Night. We are not routine kind of people and each day something new and exciting is about to happen. That's why we get up in the morning. To see what's in store for us. We used to get a lot of people (okay, honestly, a lot of moms) tell us that there needs to be structure to his day: morning naps, afternoons, feedings at this time, changing times yadda yadda yadda! Maybe their right. But how many people can have a schedule where they still have the routine going on? Their life can't possibly be that predictable and simple. I would like to meet these people and see how happy they are. Whether it's because our lives are different each day or because he follows a routine, my baby boy will smile at you every time he makes eye contact with you! So I'm pretty confident he's happy. That's all I need to know.
I just wanted to write some thoughts about how Sam is giving all the cues of wanting to sleep but even at 8 months old, proving that he'll get his way whether I like it or not! Also to let you readers know that I did my first Partial Mash beer brew the other day and now it's time to really start the ball rolling on All-Grain Beery brewing! Unless this beer tastes terrible in which case I will give up all together and never mention home brewing again!
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