Pretty stoked to start building the little man’s autograph collection. What better way to get it going than two legendary Green Bay Packers. Both Jerry Kramer and Fuzzy Thurston loved the picture and gave nice inscriptions too.
I’ve read 45 million books to children in my life. As a first grade teacher, I read every single Caldecott and Newberry Award winning book to my students. I’ve written countless lesson plans on every single one of these stories that I practically know everyone by heart.
But every once and a while you come across a new book or new author that does something to you when you read it. Add that to the fact that I’m reading a bed time story to my own son and you have this perfect storm of emotional electricity coursing through your veins.
ON THE NIGHT YOU WERE BORN was just that book. Holy crap did this story
conjure up some flashbacks of great classes and students, a little mix of my own parents reading to me along with some of my favorite teachers from years past… And stir in the fact that in now the one sharing these stories with my own little one… And you have one great
memory.
Had to blog this one. Couldn’t let this experience slip out of reach without documenting it. I know, I know…
It’s all cute and mushy. But hey I’m a sucker for a good children’s book.
BATH: First bath in his big boy tubby! He did great… And didn’t even pee on anything.
BOOK: As a dad and former first grade teacher, there’s nothing better than listening to an amazing mom read The Very Hungry Caterpillar to you son. Literally I know this book by heart… He was so engaged in this book, I’m going to have to go get done more Eric Carle books. Great job reading with expression mom!!!
BED: Why are their snaps on PJs? It’s 3:45 AM I’m lucky my feet are able to shuffle into the nursery. Off snapping = easy… Like old school Adidas wind pants. On snapping = Impossible… like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.
Finally… all bathed… booked… and now in bed!
Successful daddy night! #Dinner #Bath #Binky #Bed
We’re watching our first #Packers game together! Jax got really excited when #JamesStarks scored their 1st TD. #ProudPapa #GreenBayPackers #FatherAndSonTime #NFL#GoPackGo
I know I’ve posted about this before, but there are few bonds stronger than that formed between a father and son through sports. However, watching some preseason games with him, talking to Jax about the players, fantasy football and autographs hanging on the walls doesn’t guarantee he will want to be an owner and fan of the greatest franchise in professional sports (along with the NYY of course) the Green Bay Packers.
That’s why we bought Jax one of those Dream Scape lights that shine cute little shapes on the ceiling for them to stare at while falling asleep… Except this light shines the GREEN AND GOLD “G” brightly for my little man to enjoy and comfort him as he dreams of Lombardi Trophies… Multiple ones.
We can only hope for the best for our children. Choices and fate and what ever else you believe in are always in play. So we have to sometimes step in as parents and ensure we are pulling the right strings… Steering things in the right direction. Sort of like Dumbledore does throughout the Harry Potter series… Please… like the greatest wizard of all time didn’t know He Who Must Not Be Named was growing under Quirell’s turban.
Dad: “Hey can you bring me the baby wipes and Desitin please!”
Mom: “Does Jax have diaper rash?”
Dad: “No he’s good, it’s for me.
FYI Jax: chafing is a normal occurrence for us guys. It’s caused when the butt cheeks rub together causing severe friction burn to the inner bum region. Usually occurs when the crack is sweating and dries up very fast. A red burning sensation is felt. Chafing is the anti-christ as far as my twigs and berries are concerned as well.
PS: Later that night… got hit with the trifecta… Projectile poop with no diaper on, peed all over himself, and then spit up!
Unbelievably the poo defied gravity!
Big day yesterday for the little guy. Wrote a note to auntie Tricia and face-timed her to ask her to be his godmother. Couldn’t ask for a better set of godparents (Auntie Trich and Uncle Vinny). You two mean so much to us, you’re an amazing brother and sister and you’ll be great godparents. Thanks guys, we love you!
Gotta love the godparent tradition; “Hey we love you and you mean so much to us we want you to be part of our child’s life forever… And ohh yea, by the way, if we croak early could you take the kid in and rase him by any chance? Awesome, thanks!”
Out to dinner for our anniversary. Mommy singing Jax to sleep.
“Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh,
A fuzzy, little scuzzy all stuffed with fluff
He’s Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh,
A willy, nilly, silly old bear.
Mom and I feel horrible, in the process of packing and driving up to the Cape we somehow managed to not taking your “official” Three Month Photo. Things get a little hectic trying to leave this house for work, let alone for seven days. So please accept our apology and know that we love you no matter how many months, weeks or days old you are!
Three Month Highlights: Cape Cod, hanging out with Ella, 1st beach trip, meeting Blakely, your 1st house party, big smiles and ridiculously cute laughs.
As I finish up listing these great memories I feel awful admitting that Mom and I are going to do some forgetting throughout your life. It’s pretty much already set in stone that we will forget a birthday at some point. We’re not bad parents just forgetful people… And admitting your weaknesses is the first step to recovery!