Oliver’s First Fourth Day of Daycare

Lately, Oliver has been floating all over the face of the earth. Just a Nomad living a nomad’s life.

Daycare to daycare.

Teacher to teacher.

Cot to cot.

… until today. Until the day he finally found a place to call home and a cot to call his own. (Don’t get me wrong where he was previously was amazing. They treated him like family. They communicated more than I could ever have imagined and he loved it there). But now… he’s home. He’s the little Italian boy… in the little Italian daycare.

Listen, this ain’t our first rodeo… we’ve been here before. We’ve done the first day of day care thing before. We have this down like clockwork. – Lay out his clothes, pack his lunch, lay out all his extra clothes, bottles, cups, bowls… all packed and ready for transport.

Forms were filled out. Emergency contact list had been updated. We were set… all we needed to do was get the little guy there, drop him off and head to work. All seemed to go according to plan until it was time to leave. The cries filled the room. Panic set in and guilt gripped our hearts. It’s what every parent who drops their child care off at daycare for the first time goes through… and it’s terrible.

The teachers tell you everything is ok and that he’ll be fine… hell I’ve said that to a thousand parents on the first day of school for years. It hurts just as bad each time. But it does get better and it did get better. Ollie turned out to be the star student.

His best subject: NAPPING!

Drop That Beat

Webster’s Dictionary defines “beat drop” as “the moment in a dance track when tension is released and the beat kicks in. Great drops create overbearing drama. They’re built for the unabashed and uninhibited, releasing the enormous energy accrued during a song’s progression.”

Think about it. You’ve been bumping and grinding… you’ve been bobbing and weaving … the music is progressing… you’ve gone through a few verses and even the hook. The sweat is building on your forehead and you can feel the tension in the rhythm buildingbigger, louder, until suddenly — the drop.

I imagine that’s exactly what Ollie was feeling at this exact moment:

I know it’s not house music… I know it’s not some big time bass hit produced by DJ Kool… but, boy can Imagine Dragons drop that beat with the best of them… Oliver thinks so!

I know I’m dating myself a bit here… but tell me this song doesn’t make you want to throw it back to 1996. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qG9ZWUitFik

PS: Fun Fact… DJ Kool borrows the phrase “Let Me Clear My Throat” from the Beastie Boys Licensed to Ill album.

… but it’s done

What should have taken 25 minutes. No tools. 7 total pieces and one person to assemble…

Actually took three days… two different channel locks, two pipe cutters, three extra pieces (I still don’t know where they are supposed to go), duct tape, plumbers tape and my four and a half year old.

But it’s done. Bath time is now organized. I’m sweating profusely, I have gone through a box of bandaids and my son won’t look me in the eye anymore… but it’s done.

Great Bammy #94

94 years ago a woman was born who would grow to be the matriarch of a pretty awesome family. She still talks politics, invest in the stock market, gives parenting advice, and critiques others pasta sauce.

Today four generations of her family celebrated her. We ate, we laughed, we pooped (well Oliver pooped… multiple times). Great Bammy was the center of attention today and that’s saying something in a room with both Jackson and myself, LOL.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRAM… enjoy, you deserve it.

Two of America’s Most Wanted

I guess, the Halloween spirit has turned my children I tom harden criminals. I’m now raising two of America’s Most Wanted, apparently they have kidnapped our neighbor’s pumpkin and are demanding ransom.

Watch out Halloween decorations… because just as the poet Tupac Shakur once said… “You done put two of America’s most wanted
In the same stinkin‘ place at the same stinkin‘ time

Monsters vs Best Friends

Setting: Jax’ room; 8:00pm

Jax: “Dad a monster might come in the room and eat you up.”

Me: “There aren’t any monsters in here bud.”

Jax: “Yes there are, they like to eat daddys and cell phones.”

Me: “I promise there aren’t any monsters in here bud.”

Jax: “It’s ok dad, Buster is in here. He eats monsters. He jumps off the bed and chases them out and then eats them up. He’s my best friend.”