Jax’ Tattoo Part II

  
“If anything should happen to me, the love for my son should never go unsaid.”
I loved this quote the first time I saw it… It’s one of those timeless sayings that means so much in such few words. 

 
   

PS: Rib tattoos are horrible, intensely painful works of art. Jax better appreciate the fact that I endured enough pain to qualify for FMLA.  Next time I think about getting a tattoo on my ribs… I’ll settle for freehand sharpie work by Jax himself.  

Sending This Kid to the Moon

  I have no time in the morning to brush my teeth or take a shower half of the time. For me to remember to put my wallet in my pocket and grab a matching pair of shoes I’m lucky. I’ve about had enough of this car seat nonsense. Putting a kid in a car seat is like getting them ready to go to the moon.  

My mom and dad said it used to be easy. Plop the kid in and click. Done.  

Now… click, click, snap, click, snap, click, snap click, click, clack, click, click, click, snap, click, snap, click, snap click, click, clack, click… 

I don’t have have time for that. Listen kid, just lay down in the back.  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbUNdGuKrY&sns=em

Bath… Book… Bed… Bottle?!!!

My personal motto (which took me a while to come to terms with): If it’s working for you and baby, why change it? We are so pressured as a society into believing we need to do things a certain way, when in reality, we’re the ones who know our little babies best.

What works for us?

Bath… Book… Bed………… Bottle?!!!

BATH: 

BOOK: BED:

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…………………. BOTTLE: 

 

Birthday Party Etiquette

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So now we have a child which means we are required to attend other children’s parties.  It’s not an option anymore.  It’s a given. Have a kid = Attend kid parties.  Here’s the thing… I freaking loathe 21st century children’s birthday parties. Parties fit for a Kardashian.  For every single birthday.  For every single child. Gag me with a party hat.

We’ve all been to one or a dozen of these parties… The ones where you bring your kid over to some rented out thirteenth-century castle where everyone as to dress up.  With-in an hour sugar-filled tiny humans are on the lose and rearing to tear up anything in their path.

30 years ago my brother and I shared a birthday party.  My mom baked a cake and bought some freezer pops (the ones you tried to open with your teeth for hours before resorting to ask a parent to help you with some scissors). Maybe we played pin the tail on the donkey and the most expensive gift I got from friends was a few packs of Garbage Pail Kids cards.

Listen I remember April… We’re not innocent.  We did have a “Nautical Themed” party…  But for the most part I’d like to think it was more for the adults then it was for the kids.  At other times, other parties, I’ve seen people freaking out… Wives going bananas over Pintrest and Facebook for the perfect party ideas and gift giving trends.

Then there is the actual process of dragging my 20 month old to a circus parade when he has no idea why he’s even there. You get stuck with all the dads (most of whom you don’t even know) sitting in a corner talking about how they’d rather be home watching the NFL games on today instead of slapping your child’s hands away from the birthday cake apparently made for the show Cake Boss.

It’s getting a little much… Here is an email I recently received from a Parent at Jax’ daycare:

“Dear all, For Ava’s birthday, she has requested a real, live Unicorn. I will be collecting Unicorn money via her book bag in the playground (Additionally I’d like a Ferrari and Leonardo DiCaprio, so by all means, do feel obligated to contribute to this too). If you don’t wish to, please don’t feel any pressure from the countless emails I intend to follow this up with and clog your inbox. Love and thanks!!”

Luckily I have friends who get it.  Parties at their house with a bucket of beer and some hamburgers, or an indoor playscape in the winter because it’s too cold to play outside… nothing big, nothing crazy… hopefully it stays this way… because I cannot in any way afford to keep up with these MTV Sweet Sixteen Parties! In all honesty, what is wrong with a homemade cake, a swing-set, yo-yo and some stickers? Or crayons and a coloring book? These kids are toddlers, they don’t know what is going on anyway. Just give them a normal birthday party with some Disney characters or some cartoon movie and tell him “Here, this is not what you like.”

Who’s with me?

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Don’t Know If I’ll Have Enough Time

“Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we’re going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don’t know, I don’t know if we’ll have enough time.”

A little work day around the Hearthstone household today.  A little man work…  

    
   

   
I remember remodeling in the days of no kid… (No I don’t).  But those days, I assume were easy.  Just put on some light 100.5 and let Delilah narrate you through some easy listening as you complete a whole project with no worries. 

I guess I could just put Jax down for a nap right?  Get some work down while he’s snoozing… 

 … Or not.

Now I have to worry about a little circus midget running around while I’m trying to paint!  

    
 

Ok let’s face it.  Painting isn’t that difficult to do. But I did pull up some tile too… 

 

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UPDATE: 8:15 PM- After a long day of daddy daycare and no nap (for Jax or dad)… Nothing beats a #BottleOfRed and #HarryPotter & the #GobletOfFire … and a sleeping baby.