Hubris

Me after listening to eight hours of crying


I thought I had this parenting thing all figured a while back when Jackson hit a groove and was easing up on requiring parental services for every part of this life.  When the new guy came along we hit our stride pretty quickly and got a routine up and running the minute we were home from the hospital. For the first few weeks, the baby would sleep in the doc-a-tot thing or even in the Rock and play. I had no worries of long sleepless nights and knew once Oliver checked out A-OK for allergies this was going to be a piece of cake. 

I had False visions of a snoring little bundle of joy, peacefully dreaming while I watched his little face smiling back at me.  I’d be able to look over emails and complete teacher observation write-ups. I’d be able to binge watch on Netflix and get back to writing on a more consistent basis. Heck I’d even maybe up my to reading a more than two books a month. 

That was until I realized that my son was being possessed by Voldemort… before I came to the conclusion that he was housing a piece of Voldemort’s souls inside him… before I spent eight straight hours bouncing, walking, soothing, or rocking this evil little dark wizard from 9-5pm every night… before I heard the decibels of screaming that this child’s tiny voice box could produce… before I went three straight weeks with little to no sleep. 

And you know what… that’s my bad. I shouldn’t have been so cocky. I shouldn’t have counted my eggs before they hatched. I should have banked as much sleep as I could early on. And that’s what happens when you fly too close to the sun. Too much confidence will “melt the wax on your wings” and send you to a certain death. It happened to Icarus and its now happened to me. 

Birthday Thanks

I have never been a huge fan of birthdays.  I’m just not someone who enjoys he spotlight or wants to draw attention to mysel…… hahhahahaa I almost got through that with out laughing out loud.   

I wanted to share some of my more enjoyable birthday wishes…   

pretty much sums me up

 

it’s like looking into a mirror

#Truth

Facebook is basically my calandet

  

Who needs enemies wwhen you have friends like this

  

This would be awesome ##DeathEatersAsClowns #IHateClowns

    

Gotta love family

  

Birthdays used to be about me… Not that I ever really was all about birthdays anyway.  But, years ago I only had to share my bday with Kate Upton and Judy Garland and that C- minus comedian Bill Burr (kidding Burr is freaking hilarious).  

Now, my birthday is another day I get to spend with this little weirdo:  

   

In all reality… This is all I need for my birthday:  

Santa vs He Who Must Not Be Named

Christmas Eve day and my kid is sick. I’m quite sure this is the real Fragola Family Christmas tradition. Without a doubt, every single Christmas I was sick.

*There was the year I was so out of it that I opened presents from my deathbed (the couch) while Uncle Vinny and Auntie Tricia handed me presents.
*There was the year I had strep throat and a fever during Christmas Eve mass.
*Of course there was the year Santa brought me the sony home stereo with dual tape decks and I was too sick to weak to walk down to the basement to see it all set up.
*And who could forget the year I spent the majority of Christmas puking and had a handful of Imodium as my Xmas dinner.

I’ll say this though, when it comes to being sick I’m a big baby… Stuffy nose? I’m dying. Upset stomach? I have the plague. Fever and a cough? Just fill out my death certificate now.

But Jax… This kid is a trooper. He sounds like Voldemort with all his wheezing… But he’s not letting anything stand in his way of his first Christmas. Stay strong little man… Stay strong!

Green Bay Packers Owners

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We’re watching our first #Packers game together! Jax got really excited when #JamesStarks scored their 1st TD. #ProudPapa #GreenBayPackers #FatherAndSonTime #NFL#GoPackGo

 

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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.