What are you do when you realized that your business is outgrowing itself. When you realize that you’re starting to become outnumbered… the demand for your product outnumbers your supply? Easy. You hire more employees to help manage the output.
With that being said, but I’d like to introduce the newest daddy daycare employee… meet the GE Washer machine. Providing babies with 1:1 supervision since… well… since 25 minutes ago. Turn it on spin cycle and let it do its work.
Growing up I used to have to walk 40 miles to school in the snow… uphill… both ways. I didn’t get special devises to sleep in, or rest on. You took a nap where ever you were put down. You sat in the back of the station wagon with no seat belt. There were no Brita Filter, you just drank out of the hose.
So you know what… we’re keeping it old school here… we don’t need any special, or expensive bumper, rubbery, mesh bath seat for tubby time. I’m old school… Old school like bath in the sink and a salad bowl old school.
Tonight (honestly most nights), you decided you weren’t going to eat. Not lunch and not dinner. Chicken nuggets, string cheese, macaroni and cheese, apple sauce… nothing! Until… dad, your own dad, completely flipped the script on you. Hence the title of this blog, “I Win.”
Here’s now the game included: line up five chicken nuggets in front of you and five in front of me… and we have a race to see who can eat the most. Every time you thought I was eating one I just put it back in front of you. You literally fell for it every time.
You know what, you might be able to get me to read you a bunch of extra books every night before bed, or let you have ice cream before dinner, but tonight… and maybe only for one night… I WIN!!!
Finally. It’s been a long time coming, but being humble as I am I am extremely honored to be receiving such a prestigious award tonight. Finally being the one to give Oliver an entire bottle, let alone do it in under 30 minutes is truly an honor. I am earnestly grateful for the recognition I have received for my work, because I am very sure that every other nominees for this award were as capable if not more, of winning this award; however, in the end it was me… it was always me. I knew it had to be me and I stepped up when I was needed most.
I have faced several challenges on my way here, but each one of them has only strengthened me to make me the person I am today; a thorough professional who knows exactly what he wants; someone who sets his eyes on a goal and does not lose sight of it, unless it is achieved. Winning this award would not have been possible without the inspiration I have received from my colleagues, all the other parents and family members who have tried and failed, all of whom I have the deepest respect, and from whom I have derived the strength to challenge myself and perform better with each attempt at feeding this child a bottle.
I sincerely thank each one of you for helping me reach a stage where I can proudly hold up this empty bottle as a mark of my achievement. I also will continue to strive to only get better at feeding this child, so that I can continue to accept these amazing awards for being the only person to be able to successfully give Oliver a bottle.
Thank you! Thank you from the bottom of me heart for this award and for the opportunity to talk to you all today.
When both kids are sick and somehow you get them both to sleep at the same time for a few minutes. I imagine this is what they mean when they say, “go to your happy place.” #Sleep #Sick #HappyPlace #brothers #chroniclesofanewdad
Through his first three years Jackson has shown prowess as an athlete, with quick feet, soft hands and an eye for the ball, rumor has it that he hit .435 with 14 home runs and 16 stolen bases in the AAA KinderCare Playground League. A major league scout who requested anonymity furnished Chronicles of a New Dad with the following scouting report of the future major leaguer…
BATTING:
Jackson shows some bat speed, but his swing is stiff. He is a physical specimen in the box (listed at approximately 3 ft tall and -almost 36 pounds) with good balance in his swing. He is stiff, but I it’s noted that he has loosened up a bit lately. His limited pitch recognition is his issue. That will come with more at bats, and with limited plate appearances (maybe three days worth of hitting while not being preoccupied with the dogs barking, the basketball hoop, or neighbors walking but, there is still room to grow). What he is doing is really difficult, being a three year old trying to make the jump from Pre-K to the major leagues, but if anyone is going to do it, it is definitely going to be him.
DEFENSE:
Defensively, Jackson has choppy footwork. His first step is slow and it often looks like he’s not sure where is going to go. He will get to the routine play, but he is not going to win you a ball game there and potentially could get you beat. He runs with reckless abandon and will run through a brick wall for you (he’s actually done it a few times already).
ARM:
Once he figures out what arm to throw with on a regular basis, he projects to have a canon. Has been throwing household objects around the kitchen and family room for a while now and has even broken a few toys with his laser like throws.
I can remember, vividly, each time I was worried about my son. Those moments are imprinted not just in my mind, but on my soul. The feeling of helplessness and constant anxiety that follows each situation feels like a lifetime. The thing is, this kid is amazing… and I do not use that word lightly. Amazing is one of the most overused, over-hyped words in the English language. It should not be used unless it fits the criteria of: astonishing, astounding, surprising, stunning, staggering, shocking, startling, stupefying, and breathtaking.
… and that is exactly what my son is… his hard work and determination to do things better each time he does them is something that can not be taught. You can not teach dedication and work ethic.
Let me set the stage, Jackson has always struggled with his expressive language… and for as long as I can remember has called peanut butter- “BRAHBRAH” (no idea how that happened). He works at it, and does try to get it right… you can see in the video how it all just clicked this time. I’ve watched this video no less than 50 times already and let me tell you… he is just amazing:
A few years ago I wrote a blog when I couldn’t figure out how to close the stroller. I think Jax was about one… it was a stressful 20 minutes in the target parking lot that day…
…fast forward three years. And, in the same parking lot, Oliver’s car seat was locked in a shopping cart and when I say locked in l, I mean stuck like superglued your fingers together stuck. I tried everything. I literally had to take Oliver out, turn the shopping cart over, put my foot on the bottom of the cart and then yank the car seat. It was the most embarrassing (and that’s saying something) moment I’ve had in a very long time.
Luckily cooler heads prevailed and after taking a break, a few laps around the parking lot and a few deep breaths I was able to realize that the mechanism that locks the car seat into its base, had engaged and locked itself on the cart. After freeing the car seat, I drive away with my hand over my face hoping no one uploaded a video of me fighting a shopping cart to YouTube.
LINK TO THE TIME I JAMMED A FULL STROLLER THROUGH MY CAR WINDOW: https://chroniclesofanewdad.com/2015/08/10/stroller-fail/
It’s supposed to be cloudy and pour all day… but on the seventh day God called the Bronx’ Native Son home to the Stadium he built to retire his number forever… and the Heavens parted. RE2PECT 🌞 2️⃣
Growing up my grandfather talked about how indescribable it was watching Mantle and DiMaggio play. The aura that they exuded was legendary and defined a generation. To us, to me… Derek Jeter is that generation defining player. He is and always will be the greatest Yankee I’ve ever seen play. I just hope Jax and ni Oliver can watch someone they can call an iconic Yankee too. I love this picture and was stoked to get a shot of us two with Jeets in the background. #NYY #DerekJeter #RE2PECT
Today everyone is cheering for:
DEREK JETER 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 DEREK JETER 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 DEREK JETER 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
https://chroniclesofanewdad.com/2014/09/24/the-house-that-jeter-built/
Nothing better than a beautifully wrapped birthday present. That is until your three year old thinks it’s for him and tears it open two minutes before you need to leave for the party.
PS: you know that feeling when you are cutting wrapping paper and you get the scissors to start gliding across without having to do anything… I imagine that’s what heaven feels like.
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