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May 14

Here We Go Again

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November 28th. That was my last blog post on “The Mommy Daddy”. I stopped writing for a long time after that. Now I’m starting up again. Why? I don’t know. That’s not true. I do know.

I write because I feel like that if I don’t I’ll explode! I want my blog to be popular, sure I do. I’m just like anyone else who blogs. But I got caught up in the gimmicky stuff about trying to make it successful. I even signed up for a stupid blog class through “Writer’s Digest” and it analyzed everything that made a blog “successful”.

It talked about identifying my audience, establishing goals, picking successful keywords to weed into my content for better search engine optimization. That last one really pissed me off. I’m writing to please a computer algorithm? Really? Is that why I’m writing?

Here’s another good one from the course. “Create a short online bio that positions your brand online.”

Talk about sucking the joy out of writing anything. My brand online? I’m a Stay At Home Dad that was writing about his kids just like hundreds of other Stay At Home Dads do. My “brand” is me writing about the stupid, dumb or cute things that they do or say over the years. And because I got soooo caught up in all of the stupid bullshit of trying to outsmart the world into liking my stuff, I missed out on writing about really great things. My Matthew joining a Karate class. My daughter Rose just being the wonderful little girl that she is and doing cute things every day. Joseph and his reading problems at school. Michael and his new braces.

I missed a lot even though it was only five or six months. If I was a dying man and only had that short amount of time left to live, how precious my time would’ve been to me. Instead I wasted it.

Not anymore.

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Jun 27

Our Dancing Dogs

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Beauty

Our dog Beauty

Our family grew about six months ago. We added another member. She’s a foundling. We found her at a baseball field, in a park where we were attending a birthday party for a friend of one of our kids. My kids fell in love with her the minute they saw her and I gave in almost immediately when the topic of taking her home came up.

When I first took her to the vet to get her shots and chipped I was shocked when the vet said that finding animals in baseball fields was the latest thing. Ever since the economy nose dived and local governments in California went crazy trying to squeeze every nickel they could out of the public, people have stopped taking their unwanted pets to the pound. The pound now charges you anywhere from $50 to $80 dollars to drop off an unwanted dog. So people aren’t paying it.

Instead they go to a baseball field or soccer field, anywhere that is public and enclosed by a fence and chuck them over. They know that, because it’s a public park, people will be there the next day or the grounds keeper will find it. And since it’s enclosed they don’t worry that the pups will wander off into the street and get run over by a car.

So that’s how we ended up with “Beauty” our newest dog. Sonny, our older dog liked her right away and now has a companion to play with. To say that she’s had an invigorating effect on the old boy would be an understatement. She’s lit fires in that dog that he hasn’t experienced since I don’t know when.

The kids were watching a movie on T.V. when I heard my daughter Rose yell out,

“Look! Sonny is hugging Beauty!”

“No!”, said Joseph, “He’s trying to dance with her!”

I had to get up and drag him off of Beauty. He wasn’t too pleased and is very persistent. We catch him all the time trying to “dance”  with Beauty; we stuck with that description for the kid’s sake. He’s a good dancer too. He leads her around the room like a pro. Or maybe that’s her trying to get away. I don’t know.

Thank God he’s fixed.

 

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May 21

LITTLE LEAGUE

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Little LeagueLittle League is over. Thank God! Having one kid in Little League is enough of a time suck by itself. Having four kids in it is ridiculous.

My triplets graduated to Farm League and were all put on the same team so that they could play together. At first the coach thought this was a good thing because they would work well together as a team, which they did. It became a bad thing when, because of family events, we had to pull them from a couple of games.  All of a sudden he was three players short and had to forfeit a couple of games.

Farm League is also when the playing gets a lot more serious. It’s no longer, “It’s just a game!”, or “The kids should just have fun!”.

Now the coaches and the parents get in the kid’s faces with, “You should’ve got that one!”

Coaches are also stacking their teams. There was one team this year, the Dodgers, that I swear had kids who were shaving and they were put in the 7 to 9 year old category. Those kids were hitting the ball out of the park.

The good times are there too. The thrills of hitting a double, tagging someone out, or scoring a run are very real now.  The innocence  is gone though.

But, we still had Tee Ball.

When we told Matthew he was old enough to play baseball he jumped up and down and yelled, “I’m not a mascot now, I’m a player!”

For the past two years we told him he was the team mascot so that he could feel involved. When the kids were on the Pirates he would come to the games dressed in his little Halloween pirate outfit and yell “AAARRRGGHH” a lot during the game.

Now he’s a Yankee. This made him the villain for a short period of time because the triplets were on the Mets. There were a couple of early arguments in the house on who was the bad guy until I told them all that the best team was really the Chicago Cubs. My wife and I are from the Midwest.

Tee Ball is a trip. If you’ve ever watched a Tee Ball game it’s like herding cats. Sometimes the batter runs to third instead of first. An excited fielder jumping up and down might not be a motivated player. He might  have to go potty and will simply run off of the field if nature calls. Throwing the ball usually involves some kind of floppy hand gesture that gets it about three feet. After multiple attempts the player just picks up the ball and walks it to where he wants it to go.

The funniest experience was when Matthew put on his athletic protector for the first time. He stood proudly in a Superman stance and yelled, “Go ahead! Hit me in the penis! It doesn’t hurt!”

During the games, when he was bored in the outfield he was seen by everyone smacking his fist into his cup, just pounding away.

Tee Ball has no losers, every game is a tie. Boy , if life was that simple…

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May 16

THE ICE CREAM DATE

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Ice Cream DateTHE ICE CREAM DATE

A little while back my boy Matthew turned five.  For his birthday I told him he could have a birthday party or a family day trip to Lego Land in San Diego.

“I want both!”, he replied.

“No”, I said. “You have to pick one or the other.”

“Can Reagan come to Lego Land?”

“No.”

“But I wanted Reagan to come to my birthday party”, he said sadly. I knew he was going to pick Lego Land.

Reagan is the little girl who lives across the street. He really cares about her and Matthew lights up every time she walks in the room.  He’s known her since he was born. They go to the same pre-school. They even have a pinky promise that someday they will get married and move to Hawaii.

When I saw how sad he was at the prospect of not celebrating his birthday with her I got an idea.

“You can go to Lego Land and you can pick a day to ask Reagan to go with you to get some ice cream.”

“Huh?”, he replied.

” I’ll take you and Reagan out to get ice cream.”

His face lit up. “Just me and Reagan?!”

“Yup.”

“Coooooooooooooooool!” He ran out of the kitchen and went off to tell everyone else in the house.

The next day at pre-school,  Matthew entered the classroom and walked straight up to Reagan.

“Reagan”, he said excitedly. “Will you go with me to get some ice cream?”

She looked at Matthew and then up at me with a confused expression.  I explained to her that he couldn’t have a birthday party and told her how sad he was that she wouldn’t be part of it.

She smiled from ear to ear, “REALLY!?”, she asked looking back at Matthew.

Matthew was beaming and his head bobbed up and down yes about a thousand times in a few seconds.

“OH YES!”, she cried out while giving him a big bear hug, “I WILL GO FOR ICE CREAM WITH YOU! I WILL, I WILL, I WILL!”

That night I bumped into Reagan’s dad, Brad, outside his house.  He came over and we talked.

“What’s this I hear about Reagan going out for ice cream? That’s all she’s talked about since I picked her up from pre-school today.”

I explained everything and he just smiled and shook his head. His wife had the same reaction. When the day for the ice cream date finally arrived, I picked up Matthew at 12:30 and took him home. Reagan stays at school till 4. That’s when her dad gets off of work.

When Matthew got home he ran straight upstairs. He came down about 15 minutes later dressed in his Sunday clothes and his hair was wet and slicked down.  He never got dressed that fast in his life! Matthew looked like a handsome little gentleman.

“Whoa! Slow down sport,” I said. “Reagan is still at school for a while.”

He was upset and very frustrated.  The hours passed slowly as he repeatedly went to the window and peered out to see if Reagan’s car had pulled into their driveway. When it finally did he exploded with energy and dogged me until I finally had my shoes and jacket on and was ready to go.

We walked across the street . I let him go to the door. Her mom answered with Reagan at her side. Reagan was wearing a bow in her hair. I talked to her mom for a minute and then we were off.

We were the only ones in the ice cream shop. When I explained to the two female employees behind the counter what was up they both looked at each other and said, “aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww!”

The two picked out what they wanted, I seated them at a small table, then I picked a corner of the parlor and just watched, along with the ice cream parlor ladies.  Matthew and Reagan ate their ice cream and stared into each other’s faces, talking about who knows what, just like any other couple, about whatever couples talk about over an ice cream. They were in their own world.  I kept trying to imagine these kids at 16. What would they be like? Then I gave up and just watched them as they were. It was too cute.

It lasted only 20 minutes. They ate all that they could. I had the leftovers boxed up to take home and we left.

When we got to Reagan’s front door Matthew said to her, “I had a wonderful time.”

“Thank-you for the ice cream Matthew”, she replied  and hugged him good-bye.

Matthew was quiet for the rest of the evening, in his own universe, probably reliving his date. Shannon, my wife, was eager for the details.

After I told her everything her expression turned to shock.

She  yelled at me, “YOU DIDN’T GET PICTURES?!”

 

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Nov 23

My Kids Are Growing Up So Fast

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My Kids Are Growing Up So Fast

It’s almost that time.  My last child is getting too old for naps and that special time I had with him, snuggling up in the afternoon is finally going to be gone.  My favorite part of parenting has always been that feeling of a child curling up on my chest or snuggling next to me and then going to sleep.  I don’t know how else to explain it except that it feels  like a perpetual hug.  At the risk of losing my “Man” card, I wish they could stay little for a lot longer.

My kids are growing so fast. The triplets will be seven in January.

Rose is already wearing some of my wife’s old clothes. She wears Shannon’s t-shirts as jammies and some of her old blouses with a belt or something around the waist. She’s starting to look long and beautiful, a real little lady.

Joseph is no longer the Thomas the Tank Engine loving kid he used to be. Now  he’s all about jet airplanes and robotics. I build electronic circuit projects with him and he actually understands what’s going on.

Michael is our little book worm. He reads very well and takes after his mother as far as smarts go. He will be the brainiac of the three.

All of this is cool. It’s amazing to watch them grow and mature. When I first saw it happening in them I comforted myself with, “Well, I still have Matthew for a while longer.”

Now that’s going away too.

He wants to be like his older siblings so badly that he tries to do everything they do. Sometimes he succeeds but mostly it just ends in frustration.  It’s very cute to watch, we comfort him and it all works out. He throws the most tantrums but I understand where it comes from.  And I see in his eyes the understanding he is acquiring about everything around him and he doesn’t want to be little anymore. At four and a half he’s done with baby toys, tricycles, training wheels and will start t-ball sooner than I can imagine.

Regularly, someone I’m talking to will say, “Hey, pretty soon your  littlest one will be going off to Kindergarten and you’ll have all of them in school full time. Wow, you’ll enjoy that!”

I just wish they’d shut up.

 

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