I love my kids. Every single moment I have with them as they grow is a gift. I feel it necessary to begin this post, with the title it has, with that disclaimer. Especially after you read the rest below. Perhaps beginning with a small disclaimer will cut down on the email or comments I may get reminding me to cherish every moment I have of their childhood. Don’t worry, I do. But sometimes, we dream!
It doesn’t happen very often, but when it does, it’s a lot of fun. We love to dance in our family. We really aren’t that good, but there are just some days, and some moments, that call for a good tune and some out of rhythm dancing!
My 4-year old son Sam gets his feelings hurt really easy. And when I say easy, I mean easy! If you look at him the wrong way, or say something he doesn’t like, his runs into the other room and collapses in a heap of emotion. As any good parent (especially one who is a blogger) would do, I take notes, and methodically plan out a future post, while his mother takes pictures!
I love my kids. In fact, nobody can bring me to tears quicker, or make me laugh harder, than these amazing people. I’ve been blessed beyond anything I could imagine. But, good grief can they gross me out. In fact, there are times when I marvel at the level of gross they can descend to in such a short amount of time. It may be a gift!
Admit it: you do this! And if you haven’t been doing this, there’s a twinge in your soul begging you to start. With the advent of iPhones, Androids, and all the other smartphones out there, it’s easy to document full-blown temper-tantrums and meltdowns in all their glory. It’s one of our favorite things to do!
“I’m a cool dad. That’s my thang! I’m hip, I surf the web, I text.”
“Trust me, I had plenty of fun in my time. Then I met your mom.”
“A realtor’s just a ninja in a blazer. The average burglar breaks in and leaves clues everywhere. But not me. I’m completely clueless!”
My wife said it best the other day- “I haven’t slept in 100 years.” She actually meant 11, but who am I to correct her? She’s right. If my last calculations are correct I would have to say we are somewhere between 7 and 10 years behind on sleep. I think we stopped counting when our first born was screaming for the second month in a row at 3 am. That was nearly 12 years ago!
Dear precious, entitled daughter of mine:
Back in November, when Confessions Of A Parent was just a spunky 2 months old, I wrote a post entitled A Few Of My Favorite Things. In the post, I listed off some of the totally awesome (eh hem) things we parents have to go through on a weekly (if not daily) basis. After several months of collecting some additional relics, I present to you, a few more of my favorite things in parenthood…
Forget reality television! If you’ve spent any time hanging around the parent drop-off line at your local elementary school lately, that’s all the entertainment you need. At least it is in ours. There’s so much to see, laugh at, and tweet about.
