Party Time, Excellent

I get to do this weekend, something that I haven’t done in a long, long time. Spend a couple long days with my tiny baby and I’m looking forward to it!

We were together today from around 4:30-on and we had a pretty good night. Granted, Emmy goes to bed at eight, but what can ya do. We had a good few solid hours together and it was cool.

I used to be with her three days a week from like 7:30 am until nearly 10 pm. It was a good time and I loved spending all that time with her, just father and daughter, straight chillin’. But she was a blob then and pretty incapable of getting into things and hurting herself severely. That’s not the case now, though!

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Things Dad Books Don’t Prepare You For

I tried out reading a bunch of dad books before Emmy was born and I tell you what, while they were pretty entertaining, there have just been some things to happen that those books didn’t prepare me for.

I’m going to give you guys a short list of the various things that reading those books written by dads about dad-ing doesn’t prepare you for. Come to think of it there are more than just a few… but we must start small. Here we go.

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First off, the emotions that I felt the day Emmy was born and the emotions that I feel every day, whether it be pride, happiness, or just total love for the tiny baby, were briefly glanced over in some of the dad books. But the love that you actually feel when you meet your baby for the first time or the feeling you get when your kid is doing things and learning things for the first time weren’t really talked much about in those books. I think it’s because some of these things are indescribable and I couldn’t even put those experiences into words. Meeting Emmy was like a grenade filled with love and attachment went off literally inside my entire body. That’s a weak attempt at explanation. Watching Emmy learn is like watching something you’ve put a lot of work into really pay off, over and over.

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Nine Hours

This past weekend, Saturday, was the first day Joshua and I have both been away from Emerson at the same time for more than a couple of hours.

We spent the bulk of the day alone, together, for the first time since Emmy graced us with her presence in November of 2016.

Joshua and I went on a six-hour hike in the middle of a canyon, down by the Hoover Dam.

It’s supposedly a hike just for locals – the hidden gem of Las Vegas. Now I’m not so sure how true this is, but for the sake of respect, I’ll keep the location disclosed.

We started out leaving the house at 9am, which in our world is 10am. That’s pretty on time for us. We left Emerson with Meme and Steve prepared for the day with lots of fun to be had at the park and playing games with two of her favorite people.

This being the first time we’ve spent the entire day away, I was feeling the heartache almost instantly – but thankfully I know my mama’s a pretty trustworthy woman so the ache subsided throughout the day.

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Atta Girl

I would just like to share a proud dad moment that I got to have today and to some of you, I know it might not be a big deal, but someone may understand!

Emmy is getting so big and doing so many cool things these days but yesterday, she peed on her big girl toilet six times! Four were before I was even home from work and then two more after. She is doing amazingly well at communicating what she needs and is understanding the concept of using her potty and not going in her diaper and it’s amazing!

The cool thing about all of this is that she will let you know something is up and that she needs something by making noises and when you ask her if she needs to go to the bathroom, she shakes her head yes or no and then she either goes or doesn’t. She’s gotten very good at using her head shaking and nodding to let us know whether we’re on the right track or not and it’s quite incredible to me how well she understands language.

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Keeping Up

This is truly one of the hardest things about parenting and life in general that really sucks. It’s just a struggle of life and it gets much harder once you have a baby, I swear. I’m talking about keeping up, with your kids, with your work, with, well, everything.

It’s been so hard lately to keep up with everything going on in our lives (and we’re not even that busy) but we’re trying! Do you ever feel so tired that texting somebody back sounds painful, almost like a chore? Or like having to get out of the house and face the world is a death sentence when all you want is some sleep and a day off?

Keeping up with the blog is one of the harder things on my list of hard things to keep up with, and I think it’s because this is my choice. I have to do the things that I have to do (funny, huh?) but I don’t have to do the things that I WANT to do if I’m too tired to. If it’s not required then I can just cut it out for the day, right? Man, I’m working on not letting myself fall into that snake pit! I know that as soon as I start choosing to sleep over writing or Netflix before writing, I’m done for!

Being able to keep up with Emmy has been pretty darn hard for me lately and I know Kayleigh is even more tired than I am but she’s putting her all into being the best mama she can be for Emerson. She’s a superb stay-at-home mom who is really taking on a lot by staying home with Emmy every day but she’s doing it like a trooper. Don’t get me wrong, Emmy is awesome. But if you’ve ever met her, you’ll know how exhausting she is! She’s the sweetest thing but she’s also a little monster! Kayleigh is taking that little monster head-on and still finding time to get everything else done that needs to be done in our lives while I’m working and going to school. She’s doing this all while coffee-deprived and sleep-deficient and she totally rocks it. She’s got it way harder than me and I just want to give it to the stay-at-home moms out there because you all are some tough mothaf*****s. Uh-huh.

Keeping up with life and with family and with everything else you’ve got going on is important for you mentally and psychologically. Trust me, as a parent, if I weren’t to keep up with everything I’m doing and somehow got behind and had to add more stress and exhaustion into my life… I’d probably need institutionalized.

With that, I must get on with my day! I hope you’re all doing well and keeping up in your own lives. Juggling gets easier the more you practice.

The Every Parent Post

This post is your basic, every parents post about their kids because I think about this a lot. So here we go.

Every parent thinks that their kid is “the shit” or the cutest or the smartest, but what happens when your kid truly is totally beautiful or actually the most awesome or is the smartest of all the babies that you know? Is it wrong to believe that about your own kid because you’re totally biased? Do you tell that kid that they’re the smartest or the prettiest and build up some weird expectation for them where it messes with their entire lives and self-esteem someday? What do you/we do with those kids?

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I wonder this only because of my own (more than likely biased) views of Emerson. I truly do think she’s the cutest, most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen, as does Kayleigh, but is she really? Are we seeing her as more adorable than she is because we’re her parents? I’m sure because every parent thinks their baby is the cutest.

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Coffee

Alright, alright, now I understand that it may be weird to have an entire post about coffee—or maybe not at all… I don’t know. What I do know is that without the magic substance, I might not be here today, you know, because I have a kid.

Now I know that there are those out there that don’t have a taste for coffee and those that seem to be anti-coffee, for some strange reason. I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong! Coffee is one of the greater things in life and if you don’t like it… you must be sick.

My friendship with Joe (Joe because it’s so funny and witty to call coffee Joe) began at age 23, shortly after I stopped drinking alcohol. I had never had much of a taste for coffee until I dropped one habit and picked up another. I know it sounds like it was just a replacement—and hell, maybe that’s what it is—but it feels like a lot more than that. Joe helps me focus and get the shit done that needs done and helps keep me from falling asleep at my desk at work after we have a rough night with Emmy. And that has happened, more than once—I’m just sayin’—moffuga gets tired bein’ a dad and all, haha.

Coffee has become my crutch—but in a good way; it helps support me in a non-deadly way such as alcohol was providing me. It’s actually pretty healthy for me, according to some studies, and that makes it even better. There really is nothing like a nice, black cup of coffee when you’re fighting to stay conscious or even when you’re just trying to relax, thus why it had to be written about more than just in an in-passing way. So there you have it—my little friendship story with coffee.

I love you, boo.