Lately I’ve been noticing a lot of families with three-plus kids. They catch my eye mostly because I wonder if the parents are secretly a witch or wizard, or a real-life saint. I just don’t get how any set of parents and even more so any single parent hasn’t dropped their children off on someone doorstep with a note from Albus Dumbledore wishing them luck. 

I don’t consider myself a perfect parent, nor do I consider either of my children difficult for the most part, but I’d like to think I’m more than capable of handling and raising two tiny humans. Yet, for some reason, having two kids feels like having 18. I honestly feel like there are more kids living here that I don’t know about… just sneak in at night and make messes, dirty more clothes, eat everything in the fridge, take out toys that I didn’t even know we own and pee everywhere (actually that is probably just the dogs). Everywhere I turn I’m stepping on a legit or magnetic letter. I’m either yanking a toy truck from the jaws of a dog or chasing one of them down because they already swallowed a pacifier. If I’m not peeling the skin off of a hotdog, I’m scraping the burnt part of the cheese off of a slice of pizza. 

I can’t remember the last time I sat on the couch with the remote in my hand and got to watch something other than Paw Patrol Saves a School Bus or Peppa Pig Goes on Vacation. SportsCenter? What’s that? HBO? Huh? I guess the “time” thing is less of an issue when I think about it. I’m ok with not having alone time. But it’s the constant tornado of baby puke, crying and inanimate object being launched into orbit that continues to put me in the state of disarray. 

I just can’t imagine how people can work, workout and have a social life let alone do all that with kids. How in the world did my parents do that with three kids. How the hell did my mom raise three kids and nanny two more at the same time. That’s inhuman. That’s insane. That’s supernatural. There has to be some sort of X-MAN type powers for anyone who can survive with more than one kid.   ​​

Just tryin’ cruise through parenthood like:

Six months of magic, madness, misery, and more mesmerizing, memorable moments than I thought possible. Oliver was born six months ago today… mind he’s six months old now, but was six weeks early then.  

He’s provided us with more drool, poopie diapers and scream-filled nights than any mom and dad ever thought possible… (Well, at least since Jackson was six months old).  

• Weight: HUGE- 17.5lbs
• Length: Long enough to touch the floor in his bouncer toy- 27″
• First Eats: Crusty bread, baby food and water
• Loves playing with his toes
• Smiles ALL THE TIME
• LOVES LOVES LOVES his brother (stops crying and looks to find Jackson when he hears his voice)
• Started sleeping in his crib
• Enjoys bed time stories read to him by his brother
• First time in a pool (in FL)
• First time on a plane ✈️ 
• First time being give a WWE wrestling finishing move (Jackson gave him the Hulk Hogan Leg Drop)

Let’s face it there are certain things in life that are just constants… if you own a dog, they love you unconditionally, if you play football you’re going to have at least one concision in your career, and if you live in Connecticut you are most definitely going to get stuck in horrendous traffic on 84 numerous times… but nothing is more definite in life than the obligitory sibling bathtub picture.   

Besides Jackson trying to put Oliver through a touch less carwash, he did try to comfort Ollie when he was crying. 

This picture will definitely be shown to future friends, girlfriends, wives and children!  

…SORRY SONS! 

This kid’s luscious locks have stunned anyone with eyes for the past six months – with “ohhhs and ahhhs” every time the wind blows through his lion-like mane you’d think he’d be on the cover of Vogue at this point.  The thing is… he was born with this.  Just like this… he was literally born with better hair than most adult men. 

I guess a trip to the salon for a wash and blow dry is up next.

“It’s a bold strategy, Cotton. Let’s see if it pays off for ’em.”

“Napoleon, don’t be jealous that I’ve been chatting online with babes… *all day*. Besides, we both know that I’m training to be a cage fighter.”
“It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Superman!” ….. or is it!???   

“You think you can hold me?” -Gellert Grindelwald  to the aurors who caught him.  

I am so ridiculously humbled right now. My first book has been published and is now available through Amazon (of course). Thank you to everyone who keeps coming back to the blog to read, and to everyone who has supported me along the way! 

Jackson and Oliver: without you there is no me… without you there is no blog ❤️ 

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So Ollie is eating some apples, bananas and pears, you know the usual beginning solids. He eats pretty well. Granted the majority winds up on his shirt or bib if we’re smart enough to remember to put one on. I feel like he’s kinda blasé when it comes to the those foods though. You know just down the throat and then into the diaper. It’s all just part of the process. 

That was until we introduced these teething wafers… (reminded me of taking communion). As soon as that Eucharist touched his lips it was instantaneous heaven (no pun intended). He literally grabbed this holy wafer with both hands and wouldn’t let go. It was like trying to get a bone away from a starving dog. Oliver showed the world that you won’t ever get your hands on his church crackers, no way- no how… not with his two handed- death grip clutching on for dear life… not unless you want to lose some fingers in the process. 

Thank you so much to the Baby Spot for naming yours truly as a Top Dad Blogger to Watch out for in 2017!!!

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