We have been gloating over the fact that 3 of our 4 children are no longer using diapers. Yes, the Toddler about to turn three is now officially wearing big boy pants. We as parents could not be more proud. We still have a small lesson to pass along to the toddler however that may be of interest in the future.
As he plays along with his siblings or with the neighbors, he suddenly has the urge to go. He is very good about dropping everything he is doing at that moment and rushing to the bathroom. He has a little stool that Papa made for his Mommy to use for step aerobics [this gets more use this way], and plops down with the big boy pants and jeans around his ankles and proceeds to pee all over the back of his clothes and on the floor. No this is not the training that comes for us boys to miss the toilet and hose the floor, that comes in a more advance class.
We are proud of the little guy, but we are doing and inordinate amount of laundry with random pee all over it. As soon as the boy can control his stream, we are in business. Oh yeah and when he doesn’t stand around screaming "wipe my bum please", we will have gone on to the next advanced course of making sure to leave the toilet seat down and to dribble a little on the ledge to make Mommy angry. Do any of you guys know how to really win a sword fight?
I’m home today with 2 of the 4 that are most sick out of the 3 of the 4 not feeling well, and I want my Mommy.
Men are hunter gatherers as the story goes. We are logical, unemotional and want to fix everything. We are not the nurturing types and we seldom get into feelings. The problem with all of that is when it’s time to be a Daddy. I must admit I am the first to want to be pampered when I’m sick or when I am feeling low or down, and the only thing I can think of is wanting my Mommy. Yes, even at 43, I still yearn for my Mommy to hold me in her lap stroke my head and tell me that everything is going to be alright. For us Dads, this is a learned trait. We must think more like a mom.
Today is such a day for this Daddy. I have our oldest at home with what we believe to be Strep Throat, with a fever and not feeling well. On top of that we have out third, at home with Daddy with what we know is conjunctivitis, or better known as the dreaded Pink Eye. Our second is continuing to complain of a little bit of a sore throat and in no way was going to miss his field Trip to see Monsters, Inc and Disney on Ice, and finally our little guy is getting what many refer to as stomach teeth. Yeah, those teeth that cause little kids to create situations where projectile vomiting can occur at the drop of a hat or nearly on command.
As I sit here with yet another migraine headache and wondering if my Mommy will hold me, I continue to check in on the children, stroke their hair and ask them how they are doing. Both are not feeling great and would rather be in their mother’s arms wanting to be held and nurtured as only a mother can do. All I really want to do is to go out kill something, bring it back, slap it on the grill, while fixing the garbage disposal, all while chanting the ESPN theme song, and wondering why Kim Possible looks hot in that outfit. Sometimes it does suck to be a Daddy even when you know these are just some of those times that it really pays to know what it’s like to need a Mommy.
[photo via: Dr. Mom and Amazon]
Sorry everyone it has been a week since my last post. No, I don’t make confessions. Been very busy here and had a little travel. I was able to meet Dad Gone Mad and His Hot Wife (his name for her, but she is as it turns out), while I was away. He is as cool in real life as he is on his blog. I am still busy, but I wanted to check in and say hey! NO excuses for the long time between posts, but when real life gets in the way sometimes, you need to let the other stuff go. Of course, I could have a guest poster on the blog, but I’m sure I wouldn’t have many takers to write!
An American hero has died. After his first appearance in 1941, Steve Rogers, aka Captain America has been assassinated. We here at the Genuine household are shocked that an American hero such as this has befallen a tragic end. We will do all we can to continue the tradition of Cap and try to carry on his symbol.
"We are all morning his loss," said Genuine upon hearing the news from his friend Aaron Brazell, "he has been an inspiration to me and represented all that was good about America, and about the human spirit."
This is a sad day for people around the world, and for small children, and even puppies. We will continue to use this man as an example of how we would like to be and how we as Americans can set the example of goodness. Goodness will triumph over evil in spite of its small victory today.
You know what I’m alking about? Like getting a cold and a runny nose and then acquiring a zit on the inside of your left nostril. Man I hate that!!!
The child screamed and hollered that he was in no way tired and that he wanted nothing to do with taking a nap. He whined, he cried, and he argued. In the end, he got his way, he did not have to go to his room and nap. He wins! Perhaps he won the battle but apparently lost the war.
Some kids can sleep anywhere and under any conditions. I wish it was so simple to take a nap myself. I’m a little old fashioned however, I like my naps to be in a bed.
Well today is a milestone in the Genuine blogosphere. Today I turn 43 years old (I’m actually a leap year baby, so I’m only 10 3/4). I made it way past my bet, so if you were one of the ones I bet I would never make it to see 40, you can pick up your check at the front door. For the cyber people out there, this is my blogs anniversary. You can read my very first post about how I get started in the superhero business.
