A Coming of Age Tale

A tale as old as time…

It’s a typical coming of age story… part of a genre and film that focuses on the growth of a protagonist from youth to… well in this case… from youth to youth. The typical coming-of-age story tends to emphasize dialogue or internal monologue over action, but in this here… in Oliver’s case… the kid is like barely one year old. Let’s not focus on the dialogue or lack there of and just look at the fact that this little boy is about to become a menace to society. He’s mobile and not just rolling over, or crawling around on all fours.

The subjects of coming-of-age stories are typically teenagers, which makes sense considering you need some years behind you in order to actually “come of age.” But not in this case, Oliver is walking… he’s a danger to not only himself but everyone around him! I’ve seen this far too many times (just once really- Jackson), but I know what’s going to happen. We’re going to wind up with a few falls at the very least… and to be honest, I predict numerous black and blues and at least one hospital visit in the very near future.

Keep your fingers crossed this kid is more coordinated than his bother and his father.

Oliver’s First Steps

There’s something to be said about a child’s first steps. It’s a new dawn, both for the child and for the adults. It’s both exciting and scary. It’s also hilarious. Watching a child take their first steps is like watching a penguin walk across a frozen lake.

They know it’s going to be a dangerous few steps… their body and more importantly gravity is telling them not to do it… but that darn penguin I mean child throws caution to the wind and takes his first step towards their destination. The similarities to a child’s first steps and the “penguin walk” are glaring: Extended wings (er… I mean arms) out to the side, slightly bent knees, and then the side to side shuffle as they move forward (rather than taking big steps). All of this helps penguins and children maintain their center of gravity during their treacherous hike across a massive glacier or in Oliver’s case the living room.

What does this all mean? In reality… for parents with an almost four year old and now a second walker… it means back into full on man to man coverage. No more cheating off Oliver to give double-coverage to Jax… it means everything needs to be boarded up again. Stairs, doors and windows. And with the way this meatball moves, fast and with a purpose he’s more like a wrecking ball then an infant.

“That’s one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.”

Here’s a hilarious story about Jackson’s first steps and my attempt to “walk for the first time again!!!!” https://chroniclesofanewdad.com/2015/06/10/a-dads-first-steps-a-research-article/

Making (tiny) Moves

This kid is making moves. He is fast… really, really fast. Listen I know fast… I ran track. I was a sprinter. And on top of that… I move a million miles a minutes everyday, there’s no slow motion for me ever. This kid though… he’s Usain Bolt.

He’s huge… he’s fast… he’s smart… hes relentless… he’s the next Bo Jackson… he’s going to be a multi-sport star… He’s going to be dominating kids twice his age, I’m surprised he isn’t already a three way star on the high school varsity teams here in town.

Be prepared ESPN the next sports prodigy is coming for you.

Hollywood D-Lister

Click here for the original story from ABC6

  

 ABC 6 NEWS Featured Story:

Wednesday, July 08, 2015 05:41PM

Fatherhood can be a hilarious, nerve-wracking, heart-warming, eye-opening journey for new dads.

That’s why a Connecticut father, Peter Fragola, decided to start documenting all the funny things he’s learning along the way.

Using the name, Carmine, Peter started a daddy blog titled: ‘Sorry Son: Chronicles of a New Dad.’

One of our favorite entries involved Peter’s idea to get a feel for the nervousness, excitement, and determination it takes for his 13-month-old, Jackson, to learn to walk…. by learning to walk on stilts.

At first, it seemed like Peter had it down as he took slow, wobbly steps with a little help from a friend.

But that was soon followed up with a little reality check.

Watch what happened when he got too confident and decided to let go of his friend’s hands

Not as easy as it looks!

Luckily, Peter says his little boy has a better sense of balance than his father as he learns to maneuver through the world.

And now his dad has a better sense of the pain of learning to walk again.

You can check out more of Peter’s musings on the world of fatherhood by clicking on the link below:

https://newdadchronicles.wordpress.com/

The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind (I’ve always wanted to call something a whirlwing, it sounds very Casablanca… very Sleepless in Seattle). A few tweets, a few emails and a phone call and all of a sudden Chronicles of a New Dad is featured on ABC News at 4. Crazy to think how far the blog has come since that faithful day in late April 2014. From a pregnancy selfie to the nightly news!

We here at CND want to thank everyone who has read, liked, shared and commented on the blog over the past 14 months. Thanks for visiting and we hope you keep coming back to read about the events that make us laugh and cry day after day.


  

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A Dad’s First Steps (A Research Article)

These days people are trying to see what it’s like to be someone else… Put on a “disguise”, be an “undercover boss,” and you even hear about movie stars dressing up as their characters for upcoming roles… Well I think it’s time I did some research for this blog and for parents everywhere.  It’s time to “walk a mile in my son’s shoes.” (I mean that figuratively of course bc I wouldn’t be caught in those Stride Rite’s)

As Jax begins his journey walking I wanted to get a feel for the nervousness, excitement and determination it takes a 13 month old to continue getting up fall after fall. And that I did…

This is a classic example of a dad trying to be cool. “No, no really I got this… I don’t need any help.” Immediately followed by a fall to my death or worse torn suit pants. There’s no doubting the confidence that was gained from the first two or three successful steps on those stilts. I had confidence coming in waves… only to end in disaster.

How much would you have paid to be one of the lucky ones to see this clown fall?

Look, at some point you have to just realize walking just isn’t for you any more… especially when you are facedown on a cold role floor. There are only a finite number of high pressure steps one person can navigate through before succumbing to gravity… and I hit my quota pretty early on.

The look that says, “ohh crap Ijust killed my boss!”

At this point I felt like a horse who just needed to be taken out to pasture and put out of his misery… Please just drop a sheet over me and go on with your day.

Luckily this kid has a better sense of balance than his father as he learns to maneuver through the world using his new found mode of transportation.  Yes he may look like a drunken sailor and yes he may look like his knees don’t work when he walks… But at least he’s better at it than his dad… And at least now his dad knows the pain of learning to walk again.

A split for the ages… Glad that hurdling flexibility is still coming in handy.  

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:

Pure Jealousy 

So this is what the world has become?  Have we permenantly lowered the bar for celebrating our babies in terms of accomplishments?  Every other week I’m on here bragging about how my little man accomplished another amazing feat… Maybe he blinked twice or ate a piece of toast.  I mean is this world we want to raise our kids in?  Where everyone gets a trophy and we’re all are winners!??? Where have I gone wrong?

Jackson stumbling around looking like an old man with a walker and everyone is losing their damn minds over it? I’m to the point where I feel like a baby is the best job on the planet.  Anything they do is billed as the next “moon landing”. Wouldn’t it be nice to get the same treatment as an adult? Wake up and brush your teeth- round of applause… Pour milk in cereal without any spills- freaking standing ovation… Make it to work without a ticket for being on your cell phone (which is actually harder than it seems)- applause, applause, applause.

That’s why being a grown up sucks! You don’t get a trophy every time you fart and cough.  You do what you do because it’s expected.  I’m going on strike until I get an award for everything I do even somewhat successfully.  Don’t bother me until my one year old and I get equal treatment.

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Hey Jax, Neil didn’t need a walker to take his first steps.

 

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… I’m so proud of him!!! He’s so close to walking!! 🏃👍