RE2PECT  2️⃣

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/

Oliver Potter and the Staci Miller Newborn Photos

I’m not sure if i have a writing style… if you had to narrow it down I know a few people might say my style is “grammatically horrible,” or “not really funny”… something like that. First Person Narrative… I guess that’s the closest you can get to narrowing down the writing. I mean the blog is titled Chronicles of a New Dad… I’d like to think I’ve Chronicled my perspective on having kids in a unique way.

But, today… I’ve decide to change it up a bit… I needed to tell someone thanks. Thanks for quite a bit actually. So I’m changing things up a little bit and am going writing letter style.

Dear Staci Miller (Photography),

It’s been almost three years since you came into our life… expensive Nikon camera, gorgeous props and the patience of a saint. Yes, early on in our relationship you had a different name… Pink Elephant… different but still amazing. And that’s just it… i needed to thank you for bringing amazing to life.

Not many people can take the thoughts that swim around in this weird brain of mine… take those abstract ideas and make them concrete. You’ve successfully, in essence, painting the pictures of my mind and put them on canvas. You’re an artist with a flash and lost of fluorescent lighting.

The thing is, that’s not even what makes these pictures a masterpiece. It’s the fact that you have to deal with me… a hyper… anxiety riddled parent who is obsessed with details. I’m the Jack Nicholson (As Good As It Gets Nicholson) of parenting during new born photos. OCD to the max.

You’ve taken photos of a wizards hat and wand… you successfully posed an infant on a giant piece of cheese and most impressive of all captured numerous shots while getting peed on. It’s impressive to say the least.

There was the time at the barn where Jackson got bit by a rooster, the time where we got you caught up in a beach wedding with Miller Highlife cans in the background, the session where I made you take pictures of my sons butt and the time my pants were too tight to help hold Oliver’s head up. I admit to ruining quite the few “perfect shots.”

You took pictures while my son puked on your floor, peed on your brand new background and shattered glass Christmas ornaments (ok the ornaments were my fault… and I may have eaten a few cheese sticks out of your fridge, but you catch my drift… we’re not easy subjects to photograph.

But that all pales in comparison to the latest sitcom-like experience. You know the one where I made you snap photos of my son inside a flower pot while he was screaming (purposefully making him cry, because that’s what Mandrakes do in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets… (which by the way is my least favorite book and movie).

You did it all with a smile on your face and 85mm – 135mm lens in your hand (is that a real thing I know nothing about cameras?). You always welcomed us in your home, or your studio or some random farm, which if I were you I’d suggest every time since then Jackson can’t eat all your cookies and string cheese.

And for some reason you keep having us back and the pictures get better each time we do. For that… I thank you… from the bottom of my Harry Potter loving heart.


And then the unprofessional, I should have been helping instead of sneaking pictures w my iPhone, pictures:

 

Here is the link to Jackson’s newborn photos: https://chroniclesofanewdad.com/2014/05/10/5-10-14-newborn-photos/

Carmine D. Tiso (The OG Carmine) 8.22.26 – 11.25.16


I grew up with parents who were loving, caring, supportive and generous. I owe so much of who I am to them… but there was always something about my grandparents that had me captivated.  I loved their house on Charles Place and the giant oak tree that we would spend hours sitting in front of and talking about life. That entire house smelled older, worn but safe; the aroma of nan’s perfume and hairspray filled the house. But it was pop’s calming voice that always made me feel loved and happy.

Legacy is what every man lives for. Whether it’s fame, fortune, love or the simple fact of leaving behind a name that will carry with it the utmost respect for eternity. Carmine is just that… whether you knew him as Uncle Junior (Sooranos reference), Uncle Carmine, Babe or Pop… Carmine will forever carry with it images of a selfless man who loved his family more than anything else in this world. He was a man who stood up for what he believed in and never told you what you wanted to hear. He told you the truth. He was my Professor Dumbledore even before Harry Potter was published. I learned to value what I hold near and dear to me and that the choices we make are at the heart of who we are.

I still remember the day I told him I was giving up baseball and taking up track… the silence was short… but his words were strong… “Are you crazy?!!” It was hard feeling like you disappointed the man you looked up to, the person who taught you everything you knew about sports. But when he learned how serious I was he supported me more than anyone… that was him. Say what you mean and mean what you say and support those who mean most to you. When he knew you did he believed in you. To him, “words were, in his not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.” He didn’t always say he loved you, but you knew he did.

I had more conversations about the Yankees with him than Mike Francesca had with Chris Russo. I learned how to turn a double play like Phil Rizzutto, I learned how to shoot a jump shot (by the way… I never ever once beat him in around the world), and recently he taught me how to hit my 5 iron. Those are the images that will forever be burned into my mind.

But for me and anyone who knew him it was who he was in the quiet times that made you love him. Whether it was a long time customer who came in to ask his advice on an air conditioner he sold them in 1983, or a granddaughter who couldn’t wait for a plate of pasta on a Tuesday night, he was always there.

He was a Military Veteran, but refused to think of himself equal to others who served out country. He would often tell a story of his cousin who was fighting on the front lines in Germany. He would write home from overseas and tell Pop to be careful and stay safe. Pop, at the time, was playing baseball for the army, traveling up and down the East Coast entertaining the troops… He called it the “Battle of the Hudson!”He would tell this story and with a laugh say, “he’s getting shot at by Nazis and he’s telling me to stay safe… like crossing the Hudson River on a bus for a doubleheader was more dangerous than that!”

When nan passed away… I honestly think I learned what real selflessness was. He went to that cemetery everyday. He planted grass seed (and for everyone who knew him you weren’t surprised that it was the greenest, most well groomed plot of grass in the whole cemetery). He loved her more than he loved anything in this world and he never let anyone forget it. He loved her more than an Eli Manning touchdown pass, more than nan’s potato and egg sandwiches, even more than a Yankee World Series championship… although that was definitely a close second.

I once read a quote that said “today is a new day. God gave us the this day to use as we will. what we do today is important because we are exchanging a day out of our life for it. When tomorrow comes this day will be gone, leaving in its place that which we traded it for. We want it to be good, not evil, gain not loss, success not failure.”

That was pop… if you were to measure a man’s life against that quote… then he won. He was a legend who left behind a legacy of good, gain and success. He leaves behind family, friends, a grandson and great grandson (both who share his name) and both who will forever be better people because of him.

Until we meet again (and I finally get that rematch in around the world)… Rest easy Pop… and tell Nan I love her.

 

 

Cue the Disney Music


Yesterday something magical happened. It wasn’t something tangible, it wasn’t even something quantitative. It was a real moment that can and will never be rightfully explained by words on paper (or in this case words on a screen). It was definitely a moment out of a Disney movie. (And I’m not talking about today’s Disney… Im talking early Michael Eisner Disney movie type. The Classic Disney music was quietly playing in the background. It was a long day. A day that father and son spent together doing father and son things. We went to the gym together (in matching Yankees shirts… I know, I know… But we did so just deal with it and keep reading). We stopped for a slice of pizza together (as an aside, there needs to be some work done around the pizza making where I live… I grew up on amazing NY pizza, Bethel Pizza and now where I work… But where I live? We need to step it up around here).   

But, I digress… So here I am a so called “daddy blogger” trying to enjoy the day with my son. We played together and ate lunch together and as he went down for a nap I gave me a kiss and passed out. Nothing out of the ordinary for our day. 


It wasn’t until later that night when I pressed play on the DVR and Elsa and Anna appeared that my son ran to me, climbed on my lap… Leaned over kissed me on the cheek and laid his head on my shoulder to watch Frozen. My son doesn’t sit still for more than ten seconds at a time and then all of a sudden plops himself down on my lap, snuggles closely, and leans his head onto my shoulder? He looks up me you with a sparkle in his eye and a sweet smile and I instantly fell under his spell again, honestly it was an even stronger feeling of love than when I had first held him. I felt like at that moment he was telling me that he knows I am always going to be there to provide him comfort and protect him as much as I can. I felt like this was “his” way of saying “I love you.” He might not be talking, but he got his message across loud and clear…

I love you too little man! 

It’s Getting Hot in Here

This isn’t one of those blog post where I’m looking for some kind of sympathy or an answer or anything… not that I usually do that anyway… but about two nights ago Steph and I got woken up by what sounded like a barking seal followed by an absurd amount of screaming.  So either someone from Maritime Aquarium Center was up in the spare bedroom training for a new seal circus show or something was definitely wrong with Jackson.
It’s a little scary when you can’t get your little one to calm down knowing that the more excited he gets… the more worked up he gets… the worse he sounds.   I get the whole ignore him when he’s crying in his crib for a little bit and let him put himself to sleep but this was definitely different.  There was something that wasn’t right. I’ve never heard a cough like this before in my life.  I know I’ve heard of different types of coughs such is the “whopping cough”… but all I remember about that is people dying from it on the Oregon Trail computer game.  I also remember hearing something about “croup”… which definitely sounds more like a southern HipHop dance style that a cough.
So of course with me not being able to calm him down mommy comes into the room in a panic and all of a sudden everything that we’ve learned or dealt with over the past 10 months flies out the window.  It’s like we completely forgot to be parents.  So of course we take the contacting the mommy and daddy Facebook friends to get some advice.  We also turned the 24 hour advice nurse at our pediatrician.

Doesn’t matter who or where it came from… It was the same result… steam up the bathroom and sit in there with them for 20 minutes.  Which doesn’t seem like a big deal or a lot of work until you realize that the shower head is being replaced in my bathroom.  And I had just finished regrouting Stephanie’s bathroom shower tile.
The decision was made and a second regrout and will be necessary.  So there we are two grown adults and a 10-month-old sitting inside of the sauna.  I mean literally got to the point where sweat was dripping off of my face and I wound up having to take off my shirt and socks.  Time felt like it was moving in slow-motion. I think we need made it to 18 minutes before Steph and I were about to pass out.  Jax came out of the steam room with a bright red face, disheveled hair and the same sounding cough!
Fast forward five hours through intermittent coughing, a panicky mom and two restless dogs and you have the rest of my night!  In the morning the doctor confirmed that Jax has “croup.”  Really?  Wow… total surprise!
We now have a ten month old on PrednisonePrednisone… STEROIDS!  Kid will be playing third base for the Yankees and a home run champion in no time!

 

I swear Mr. Selig, I didn’t know they were steroids. Someone gave them to me; thought they were dietary supplements!

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A Ten Month Old’s Response to ARod’s Apology

Alex’s letter to fans:

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Alex Rodriguez apologize to Yankee fans yesterday.  Being a huge Yankee fan, I decided to read the letter to my son.  Below is the letter he wrote in response to ARod:

Dear Mr. Arod,

Hello, I am just a little kid, but I wanted to tell you that I read your letter.  Well, actually just to be honest, because lying is wrong (hahaha) I didn’t read it, my dad read it to me.  I think you were trying to say sorry about doing bad things.  It is really good to say you’re sorry when you do bad things.  Sorry is what my dad says to my mom all the time when he says dumb things.

I don’t really know what a steroid is.  But my dad says you have to use a needle and I.DO.NOT.LIKE.NEEDLES!  One time at the doctor’s office I had to get this stupid shot so I wouldn’t get something called measles, rumps and mubellas and I hated it.  I cried and cried and even kicked the doctor when I saw the needle.  So, I’m not sure why people would say you took a shot yourself. I hope you didn’t cry, well actually if you cried that might be a good thing.  Mom and dad call that a natural consequence.    

I want to ask you a question though. In your letter you say sorry.  I learned that saying sorry means you made a mistake and won’t do it again, or again, or again.  I hope that your sorry means that you are going to just play baseball and hit a lot of homeruns.

I love the Yankees because… because… well, I’m only ten months old, I don’t even know any other teams.  I want the Yankees to win a lot of games and win the World Series so that my dad is happy and buys me a lot of cool Yankees onesies and stuff.  If you can help them win then I know my family is happy to have you back on the team. 

Good luck this year.

Remember no needles and no strikes outs!

From,

Jackson

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The House That Jeter Built

Sometimes things in life get taken for granted. Growing up so close to Yankee Stadium, having family in the Bronx and spending summers with a grandfather who could name every player who ever wore the Pinstripes made days like today a common occurrence.

The problem with days like these, where you may just be on autopilot is how sometimes a moment may brush past you like a stranger in a crowd. At the time you don’t even realize how significant it was. We so often don’t notice the most important moments in our lives as they’re happening and only wind up distant memories we try to recal through the years.

As a new dad I have been determined to not let these moments slip away from me. This blog definitely helps, but today was more than a moment captured in words or photos… It was a day that I will never forget. Baseball has always been that one constant. The one thing that always seems to be there.

It’s a rite of passage, a grandfather/father/son tradition. The grass smells different, the sky is a clearer shade of blue and even paying $37 for a hotdog seems reasonable when you consider that all that really matters is you are with your son.

Today Jax and I and mom spent quality time together. Time that wasn’t measured by minutes or seconds… But measured by the fact that this moment will never slip away from me.

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 can watch someone he 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

Huge thank you to Coach G for making this day happen.

“Ray. People will come, Ray. They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. “Of course, we won’t mind if you look around”, you’ll say. “It’s only $20 per person”. They’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good and that could be again. Oh… people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.”

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Jax now joins the shadows of Yankee greats that have walked the hallowed grounds of the #HouseTheJeetsBuilt #NYY #Yankees #Yankees #RE2PECT

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Is there a better moment and a father’s life then taking his son to his first #Yankees Game? #fatherandson #Baseball #Jax1stGame #FarewellTour #Jeter # RE2PECT #JaxSawJeter