Cribs: (Not MTV Style, Cribs as in an Actual Crib)

That’s it. This kid is going to be leaving for college tomorrow morning. He’s already outgrown his rock and play sleep thing. No more sleeping in the bedroom, or the family room, the swing or the basement.  

Not anymore.

LITTLE BABY OLLIE IS SLEEPING IN HIS CRIB! Christ he might as well start paying rent, it feels like he was just a newborn yesterday. 

Jax First Day of “School”

  
Here I am. Here we are. Your first day of school (daycare) is today. I’ve spent the past 20 months doing everything, but thinking about not having you in the care of your mom, myself or gram during the day. I took for granted the fact that you never had to leave our family ever. Until today…  

I spent forever worrying about you going to school and how to keep you safe when you weren’t with me and writing about that, that I didn’t see how fast the time was actually going!

When we started looking for daycare sites over the summer, I was a little nervous, but thought it would be good for both you, mom and I because, I figured it would make our hectic schedules a bit easier to navigate… you know get some errands done and even be able to stay a bit later at work some nights to get things finished up. As much as I’d like to relish in the free time I’ll now have since my little guy, wait, I mean, I guess I have to say my big boy, is headed to school– Its more so of feeling empty inside with a tinge of guilt.

Did I spend as much time as I wanted to with you?

Did I savor all the precious moments?

Will I regret wishing some of the days away?

Where did the time go?

Maybe I’m not ready to send you off into the world — just yet.

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I woke up on the most uncomfortable faux leather recliner ever constructed when I realized that my life would never be the same… in a good way? I sat, slightly scared, but mostly in awe of the most beautiful little boy I’d ever seen. I was looking into your eyes for the first time and making a promise that I’d always take care of you, and love you unconditionally. You squeezed my finger, just my pointer, with your entire tiny hand. You held it like it was the only thing holding you from floating away. I laughed like crazy when you would laugh, and helped you up each time you fell when learning to walk.

Now, here I am walking you into your first classroom. Saying hello to your first teacher, telling you I love you and That I would miss you all day. Has it really been almost two years since I told Uncle Dupree that Steph had a stomach ache and we were going to the walk-in clinic down the road (meaning you were about to be born)? How did this happen, already?

I tiptoed into your room early this morning and there were so many things I wanted to say to you. Things I know I’ve probably whispered to you a million times while I rocked you to sleep and  already covered in the many blogs I’ve written leading up to this day, but by this point you know me and you know there isn’t a chance I would let this moment go by with out telling you again.  Just incase you’re anything like me and need things repeated 15 times before you “really” hear them. 

1. It sucks being the new kid (even if you’re to young to care).  I know what it’s like trying to fit in… So don’t try to fit in.  Be you.  Be a leader NOT a follower. 

2.  You are going to struggle… A LOT! We’ve done everything for you. Sometimes to a fault. You are going to have to try to do things for yourself and it’s going to be hard.  You ARE going to fail. But when you do, pick yourself back up and try again. Don’t ever give up on yourself.  

3. This is all going to be new, and scary and unfamiliar. That’s normal. That’s the circle of life.  But each day you will become more comfortable in your surroundings. And when you are finally comfortable… look to help the next new person.  You have no idea how much a smile and helping hand means to someone.  

4. I want to tell you how torn I am between wanting to keep you close to me ⭐️⭐️⭐️ALWAYS⭐️⭐️⭐️. Torn between keeping you so close that I know you can never be hurt… and wanting you to have new experiences and see the diversity the world has to offer, because I can’t provide you with that by myself.

5. I want to tell you how I prayed last night that everyone who meets you, teachers, parents and peers will see you as your mother and I see you… Intelligent, caring, inquisitive, funny and creative.  I hope you always see yourself as I do too.  
Most importantly… I wanted to say: I love you… And… Please stop growing up so fast. 

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1st Day was a success!   
    
    

 
    

He Got Game (Jax’ 1st Steps)

I’m not sure where I want to go with this one.  I could go a few ways… I could talk about how proud i am of my son for taking his first steps… I could talk about how sad I am that I wasnt there… or I could talk about how demanding of a walking coach Uncle Dustin is. Any of the three would accurately describe the video above.  Any of the three would be acceptable.  But if you have been reading this blog for any amount of time you know for a fact I am about to go on a tangent about my damn brother-in-law being a self-serving  communist, militant leader.

Yes I know Jax walked; yes I know that is a gigantic accomplishment. (Also means our lives as we know it are over)… But come on… Walking?  I mean how big of a deal is that?  I walk everyday.  I can walk while I’m half asleep from my bed to the bathroom and back with at least 65% accuracy.  I mean come on everyone walks… Get over it.  (Or cry a little everytime you watch the video like I do).

I’m more concerned right now at the fact that my brother-in-law has turned from a kind hearted uncle into a vicious human being, more concerned with outcomes than with the feelings and well being of his nephew.  I mean did you watch this video? Did you see the pressure he put on my son to do something he was clearly nervous about.  Ridiculous. Completely unnecessary.  Way to demanding.

He Got Game was clearly Dustin’s favorite movie.  He modeled himself after Jesus Shuttlesworth’s dad… Dustin is Denzel, Denzel is Dustin.  All the video above is missing is Uncle Dusty making Jax run suicides in the dark.

Jackson might as well be chasing a chicken in a fenced in parking lot instead of slowly learning how to walk.  Walking you say!?!!  He should be eating lightening and crapping thunder by now.

I guess we should be thankful he is growing up slowly but surely and just sit back and enjoy the process… As long as Uncle Dustin lets us!!!

Here is the whole video of his first steps:

I Plead Not Guilty

By the end of this blog entry my hope is to convince you that I’m not a mean guy. That I’m a good dad and I do good dad things. And even though I may or may not have fell on the floor laughing after watching my son try a cannellini bean for the first time, then after seeing he wasn’t a fan… I may or may not have given him more… That does not make us bad parents.

Here is the evidence against me:

So here is where I craft my defense. I’ll take you through this slowly and methodically. I want to make sure you understand what really happened tonight. I believe after both hearing and seeing my side of the story you’ll find it easy to find me not guilt of being an a-hole parent.

Exhibit A: Each night dinner time brings new and exciting foods. Some days the veggies or fruit go solo and some days the mix (IE banana, chicken, grapefruit). Tonight it happened to be a bean from the salad. The doctor said we can experiment a bit with foods and that we did.

Exhibit B: Jimmy Kimmel’s segment where he gets parents to tell their kids they ate all the Halloween candy. Funny- yes… Historical- absolutely… Mean- not a chance. Those parents knew exactly what their children were going to do. They knew they were going to make their child cry and say hilarious things. If Jimmy approves then it has to be OK.

Exhibit C: After watching the video of his reaction the fist time he ate one of these beans, then you’ll know why we HAD to give him more.

This video shows the greatest response to a new food… EVER… that was until we gave him some more. We had no choice but to give him a little more in order to see if we could duplicate his reaction.

All in all, there is nothing mean about what happened. It’s just two parents laughing with their son… Not at him. Which is exactly why I move to dismiss the case and find the defendants not guilty of being a-hole parents. At least not yet!

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Date with Santa

In keeping with a Stony Hill (Bethel) tradition Jax got to meet Santa on the Stony Hill Fire Truck outside my parents house. He was making his last few rounds before heading back to the North Pole for final XMAS prep.

The kid wasn’t even phased. Can’t scare this little guy with a fat belly and white beard… Take that HoHoHo and save it for someone who is crying. Jax? He just wants a photo op.

It was pretty cute though. Jax was in awe! Just staring at him. It’s was a cool moment since it’s where I grew up. This was where I used to see Santa every Christmas as a kid.

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