Monday, April 30, 2012

Lessons From the Trail!

Well, somehow, over the weekend as this blog reached 8,000 views I managed to make it to this scenic overlook, and in the process of doing so I learned a couple of valuable lessons.

1.  Anything worth doing is most likely going to be hard, and, boy was this a difficult place to get to for a guy like me.  I am still whining to Mama Bear about how sore I am.

But, I am also very proud of myself for making it, and for the last few days I have had an extra bounce in my step and a little bigger smile on my face.

You see, since I started getting sicker I started to worry about how my disease would affect my life and change my ability to do things I love to do, but the fact that these changes in my body would inherently effect my ability to parent terrifies me most of all!

I have always wanted to be the type of dad who can go out and kick a soccer ball around with his kids or toss a football or baseball.  I want to be the dad that takes his kids camping and hiking and fishing.  And, I thought that when my disease dropped the bomb on me all that was going to change, but guess what...

It hasn't!  I can still do all of that, and this death march of a hike proved that I can.  

It'll just be a bit more difficult, but still very much worth it!

2. Most times it is better to not take a "short cut."  Yeah, about 1.5 to 2 miles into the woods I decided to take a "short cut."  It was a brilliant idea except that the short cut I took added another mile and a half onto the hike to this over look, but I didn't mind because...  

3. Sometimes you find wonderful things in the most unexpected places.  While lost in the woods taking the "short cut" we stumbled on this view.  We are looking down at the base of an impassable ravine.  We are about 50 feet above it.

Just think, if I hadn't decided it would be quicker and easier to forget this trail business and strike out on my own trail I would have never known that this existed!  Kind of made the whole mile and a half side trip worth while didn't it?  

Well, I thought it was worth it anyway.

Kind of makes me wonder about all the other things I have missed by following a trail instead of trying to blaze my own...

This here was the easiest part of the trail,
and it may give you an idea of how steep
it was most of the time
4. Always Bring a Friend Along!!!  

It's not only safer to go out in the woods if you have a friend along with you, but you also have somebody to share the experience with.  

Everything is better with a buddy...That and if you have to consider what somebody else may want to do and not just yourself you're more likely to go a little further; push yourself a little harder.

For instance, after the first half mile of this hike I would have definitely turned my butt around and headed back to the car and said to hell with the overlook I have been meaning to hike up to for the last five years, but because Uncle Ra Ra was there too I decided to keep going, and I am glad I did.  

I am also glad that I didn't know that he wanted to head back then too because I would have in a heart beat...maybe.

5. Always bring extra batteries!!!!!!!!

Since, Pizzly was too young and Mama Bear was too preggers for this venture, Uncle Ra Ra and I had to leave them behind this time, but I promised to take an ample amount of pictures for them.  

Well, I ended up taking 4 photos, and then the camera died on me!

Not cool!!

Luckily, I packed an extra 8 pack of AA's I got from the local dollar store.  Of course, none of them worked!  What did I expect?  I got batteries from the dollar store.

Anyway, I at least was able to snap off four shots and only two of them were blurry and out of focus.  This just means I will have to go back with them at some point so they can see what it was like.

Now that I know I can do it, I can't wait to do it again!

But, first the boy and I are going to fly a kite.

Friday, April 27, 2012

We're BAAaack!!! Did You Miss Us?

Ok.  If you didn't Know that Pizzly and I were gone from Face Book for a week then that hurts.  You just cut us deep there.  Real Deep!

But, now Pizzly and I are back in action, and we have to say that the challenge wasn't really all that hard...Yeah that's what she said!  (Sorry couldn't help myself...she said that too)

OK enough of the shenanigans!!!  (Why do I do these things?)

Anyway, I have to tell you that it really wasn't a big deal.  Going a week without Facebook wasn't some life altering event or anything.  The first day and a half was the hardest part because Facebook became such a habitual thing.  You know,  wake up check and respond to e-mails, check Facebook messages, then have breakfast and play all day.

Once I trained myself not to log on to facebook immediately the rest was easy peasy.

The only problem is that now all of Pizzly's e-fan-mail has gone unanswered for a whole week.  I know the world has practically ended, and a few people are all hurt over it, but they have to realize that Pizzly doesn't really answer any messages.  It's me.  

It's not that I don't want Pizzly to express his own opinions and what not.  It's just that he's two!  He can only read a little bit and can't write yet at all.  So, unless you want replies like "hhkjsdihuhksdmkklklklkkjksdncxsdvvasbkjvasnbkjsdn,cnnkldcnl A anklLNKNKLNLNnnnklnlk" ( yes that was him), then it is probably best that I do the replies.

Oh, and to the person who said it was borderline child abuse to not allow Pizzly on Facebook for a week in an e-mail,  that was seriously funny!!  I laughed so hard coffee came out my nose.

P.s.  you were joking right?  You can never tell with some people.

So, what did we do with our week?

Yes, Pizzly has a stuffed pig amply named Pig Pig
Pig Pig started out as mine when I was a wee little one
Now, he belongs to the boy.
Well, I continued to blog.  That didn't change.

Other than that, Pizzly gave Pig Pig ample train rides while Mama Bear and I blinded our dogs with camera flashes.

Poor Dogs!!!

Oh well, they are old and half blind anyway.  The brown one was just disappointed that he didn't get a train ride too.  

Maybe next time buddy.

Oh, Pizzly also demanded that I blow bubbles incessantly while he rode his train around through them.

I have to say that this wasn't as fun as it could be.


Well, because he wouldn't let me stop to catch me breathe, so I almost passed out.  I am still feeling light headed.  

And, by the time he started insisting that I blow bubbles for him to ride through non-stop he was getting lulled to sleep by the constant, soothing movement of the train ride, so he wasn't even reacting to the bubbles.

That's no fun!

Anyway, I am glad to be back from the Facebook fast.  Now, I can keep up with you all.

P.s.  Here are the links to the blogs I've posted while I've been away from FB.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Wednesday's Weigh In

Well, the house is trashed, the kid is all markered up, and the Wii Fit is out.  That means one thing and one thing only.  

It's time for Wednesday's weigh in.

Let's see. I have been really lax this past week, so I am relatively certain there is little to no difference in terms of weight loss, but I may get surprised.  

Here it goes.....nope, nothing.  I weigh exactly the same as last Wednesday morning.

Oh well.  

That's what happens when you get all lackadaisical. If you do the bare minimum you get bare minimum results.  Sure, I have exercised for at least half an hour for six of the 7 days last week, but I haven't exactly pushed myself.  I've been lazy.

In fact, I have been so lazy that the Wii Fit is giving me crap about it because I haven't even played with it in a week.  It is telling me that it misses me, and I think it just asked me, "Why don't you love me anymore?"

How am I supposed to respond to that?

Crazy video game!

Doesn't it know that I am a real person with a real life?

Now I feel all guilty, and want to make up to it somehow.  I guess the only way to make it feel loved is to stomp on it while I am playing its games.  Kind of a weird way to show love and affection, but who am I to judge?

So...I am off to show the Wii Fit some love.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Geocaching's Great Family Fun!!

Yesterday, for the first time in a long time, we went geocaching, and it was awesome!!!

Now, if you don't know what geocaching is, you're really missing out on some good family fun.  

Basically, Geocaching is an outdoor, world wide treasure hunt that uses gps enabled devices.  To find a cache, you simply go to this sitesearch for one that is close to you, note and record the GPS coordinates, and then go and try to find it.  

It's pretty simple and a lot of fun.

photo take from SUNY Cortland website
Since, yesterday, was the first time we've all been able to go out together as a family to do some searching for caches in a long time Mama Bear and I decided to try some place we hadn't been to since our college days,  Hoxie Gorge

Despite the chilly damp weather it turned out to be a great day for a walk in the woods, and we really enjoyed the Nature Trail, leading us to the first cache of the day.

I mean it was awesome.  

We were even amazed to see two painted trilliums just inches apart from one another.  

Mama Bear and I tried to point out these beauties to Pizzly, but he didn't seem to be too interested in flowers.  He was much more interested in running like mad.

I can't blame him.

I mean really, who wants to stop and smell the flowers when there is an unknown trail to follow?

But, soon enough it was time for a breather, and time to start looking for a hidden cache?

This was the view we had while we searched.

We felt miles and miles away from civilization.  

It was great.

Then we found the cache, and Pizzly noticed that there was a wicked cool rock on the path, so while he was looking at the rock with Mama Bear I signed the cache log and traded some swag.

Pizzly ended up scoring a snazzy, new to him matchbox car in the trade. We ended up leaving a tiny sized cash register for it.

I think it was a fair trade.  

Well, after we found the cache we decided that we were having too much fun to head back to the car, so we followed the trail further.

This photo really doesn't do it justice
Boy were we glad that we did.

Otherwise, we would have missed the water falls that we had a chance to walk directly over the top of.

I'll be honest.  It was a little nerve racking having the Pizzmeister so high and so close to the falls, but we all passed over them safe and sound thanks to the hand rails that SUNY Cortland was nice enough to install.

Well, after all that excitement, we found ourselves to be quite hungry.

Luckily, we managed to find a perfect place to stop and eat lunch.

A hikers cabin!  

How neat is that?!  

We could all sit down together and listen to the birds singing while we ate, and we didn't even have to worry about getting our buns moist.  

This all is why I enjoy geocaching so much.  It gets us out of the house and exploring while creating so many fond memories.

P.s.  Here are a few more photos of our geacaching trip

Friday, April 20, 2012

One of the things I'm Insecure About

Let's face it.  We all have our own little secrets and our own insecurities, and I am getting sick of a few of mine, so I am going to get rid of one today, secrets that is.  I doubt I'll stop feeling insecure about it.

Anyway, I am going to share one of my secret insecurities and just hope that you all don't laugh at me or ridicule me...too much.

It's really quite embarrassing to me, and I am rather hesitant to mention it, so I guess I'll just come out and say it.

I have a crappy imagination... 

Since the boy came into our lives, I have grown increasingly aware of this, and I am quite ashamed of it.  Sure, it may be no big deal to anyone one else, but to me it is a huge shortcoming, even bigger than my filthy genetics and the disease I have that stems from them because this malady is far worse in my eyes as it severely affects my ability to be a good dad.

Or, at least, I think it does.

I mean, your imagination or lack there of dictates how you do everything, including be a parent, doesn't it?

Because of my crappy imagination play time with Pizzly is seriously hampered because all of my games are lame unless they are athletically based, which for obvious reasons I am no good at. Story time has to be from a book because I can't make one up like so many other, better parents can, so the boys and I will never have a story that is uniquely ours, and  I am a terrible problem solver because half of the time I can't think of a solution.

Take our leaky roof for instance.  For weeks I have been thinking on it and how to fix it.  If it was a normal roof it would be no problem, but it isn't a normal roof, so a normal patch or repair job wouldn't work.  

I needed to have an imagination to fix it.

But, since I do not have an imagination I couldn't fix it.  I  ended up asking one of my best pals to come over and take a look at it, and he came up with a solution in a matter of minutes.

It was genius in its simplicity.

If you can't stop the water from getting in, then redirect the water away.  Brilliant!  How come I didn't think of that?!  

I felt so stupid!!! (By the by, His fix works beautifully.)

Luckily, an imagination is something you can work on I think, and, fortunately, I have an awesome tutor living with me.  He's two and has a penchant for creativity and is well known for his awesome imagination.

We refer to him as The Great Pizzmeister!

Oh yeah, he also is very talented at coercing people me into doing anything.  For some reason, I just can't say no to the little bugger, which is why he is such a good tutor I believe.  

If he wants me to be a cat, then darn it I am going to try to be a cat even if I am no good at it.  But, after months of practice I am getting better.

Maybe there's hope for me yet.

Just like everything else, if it doesn't come easy work on it until it does.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Oy!!! Guess Who Posted Over at Tork's Blog Today?!
Me!  That's who!

We here at Dizzy Dad Headquarters are totally stoked that Tork, a rad daddy blogger over in Australia, invited us to head over to his blog and post something.

I can't tell you how honored I am.  I am excited and kind of nervous too though.

What if I screw everything up for him?

Well, it's already done with now, so you might as well head over and check it out....HERE!!!

P.s. Thanks for the invite Tork.  It really does mean a lot to me.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Wednesday's Weigh in!

My motto for weight loss is simple.  "Any success no matter how small is still a success."

Sure my weekly number may be small, but I feel pretty good, and if you add all the little numbers together they come out to be a bigger number.

Since last week I am down another 2 pounds, which brings me to a total of 22 pounds lighter than I was just 2 months ago.

That makes me at about 282 pounds at the moment.

Have I changed any strategies?

No not really.  I am still eating whatever I want just not as much of it, and I am still making sure that I do about half an hour of cardiovascular exercise a day.

Of the two, training my self to eat less has been the trickier.  Exercising is easy, but training myself to eat less, which wasn't all that hard anyway, took a little consideration.  

Basically,I just use smaller dinner plates and bowls that can't physically hold as much food.  I do that and I try and eat slower, so I can recognize when I am no longer hungry, so I know when to stop.

It's pretty easy really despite living with Mama Bear, a saboteur who is constantly trying to pawn food off on me. 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Challenge!

The gauntlets have been thrown down, and the challenge has been set.

One of my Facebook friends invited me to take the "No Facebook for a week challenge!"  I bravely accepted.  (It seems odd that he challenged me through Facebook for some reason, but, nonetheless, I'm going for it.)

Yes, I realize this means no Wetopia while the boy sleeps and no more cutesy little inane updates for a whole week and no looking at photos or posting them and this means no posting blog updates for a whole week either.  

Yikes, how will I survive?!

But, I think I am up for this.

It wouldn't be a challenge if it was going to be easy, and as soon as this post is completed and posted to facebook my challenge begins!  I am even going to try and not cheat by just looking at my face book page.  Even my instant messenger will be turned off.  

It'll be rough, but this is where you separate the adults from the children folks.

Do you have what it takes to denounce Facebook in its entirety for a week?

Join me and see.

P.s.  I really don't think I am going to make it a whole week.  It's not my fault.  I have a weak character.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Bread So Good It'll make You Wanna Slap Somebody!!!

Lately, I have discovered that one of the things that I like best about being a house husband is baking bread.  Pizzly and I are constantly tweaking and trying new recipes, and every once in a while we strike gold, usually after I've screwed up a hundred times like on this recipe, but it's worth it in the end when the product is something your proud of.

And, I am proud of this, and I finally think I may have stumbled on a winner here!

This is an adaption of my usual quick and easy bread recipe since it just wasn't cutting it anymore.  It was a little too bland and crumbly for our needs, so I we experimented with a couple of dozen different variants to try and come up with something delicious and sandwich worthy. 

This is what we finally ended up with. 

Bread So Good it'll Make You Wanna Slap Somebody!

You'll Need:
1 med mixing bowl
3/4 cups plus 2 tbsp of water
1 med-large egg
2.5 tbsp of melted margarine/butter
2 tbsp of sugar
1 tsp of salt
3 cups of bread flour (or all purpose)
2 tsp of active dry yeast.

(also will want a sharp knife, cooling rack, basting brush, bread pan wet towel and a preheated 350 degree oven oh and some more melted butter to brush on the loaf after it is baked)

Step one:

In the mixing bowl add in this order 1) water 2) margarine/butter 3) egg 4) sugar 5) salt 6) flour 7) yeast

Now, mix and knead all the ingredients until you get a nice smooth evenly moistened ball of dough.  It takes me around 10 minutes

Step 2:  First rising

Put dough ball back into the mixing bowl and cover with  moistened towel and let the dough rise until it is at least twice it's original size  (In my house it usually take 90 minutes)

Step 3:  Second rising

Remove dough ball from bowl and knead it again until the ball is uniform in moistness then roll it out to the length of the bread pan and place it in the greased bread pan.  Once the dough is in the pan use the sharp knife to cut slits through the top of the dough being careful to not cut too deep only need a quarter inch or so depth wise. 

Cover with moist towel and let rise once again until  twice it's original size.  For me that is 45 minutes maybe longer or shorter for you (While rising start oven preheating to 350 degrees)

Step Four:  Baking

After dough has risen to twice the size remove moist towel and place it in the preheated 350 degree oven for around 25 minutes.  Since your oven may vary from mine a good way to tell if it is done is if it sounds hollow when you tap on the top.

Once the bread is done remove it from oven and tip it from the bread pan onto a cooling rack.  What I like to do now is brush melted butter/margarine onto the outer surface of the bread while it is still hot.  This softens the crust and adds a little pizzazz to the taste of the bread.

This bread will keep for 3-4 days without growing too stale if you keep it in a plastic bag, but only put it in the plastic bag once it is thoroughly cooled. Otherwise, it will get soggy and gross.

There you go.  That's my bread that's so good it'll make you want to slap someone.

I hope you enjoy it.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Damn You Wetopia!!! Damn you Ellen Degeneres!

Mama Bear informed me that lately my blog has been suffering.  "It is like you don't even care anymore" she said to me. And, apparently, my housekeeping is even worse than usual too.

So, what's the problem?

It's that damn addictive Wetopia on Face Book, and that damned enabling scamp Ellen Degeneres who blatantly encourages her viewers, like me that worship her even though I don't watch her show that often because I am too poor to afford cable, to waste every waking moment building my Wetopia up at the expense of my "real"  life and blog. (She doesn't really encourage us all to spend all of our time playing this stupid game, but people like me can't do anything in moderation)

Did you notice I put the real in my "real" life in quotations?  Yeah.  That is a sure sign that I am having a problems distinguishing reality from Wetopia now.  I keep wondering why my pumpkins in my garden at home don't grow in just 48 hours and why can't I convert them into supplies that shoe stores and libraries need too?

It is all so confusing and frustrating! 

Why are my pumpkins all stupid and pumpkinny?!

Oh yeah, no, I am not ignoring Pizzly in order to play Wetopia, but there are times that I want to!  Oh man are there times that I want to!  Especially when all he seems to want to do is beat the crap out of me all day.

Maybe that's his way of telling me that I am shirking my duties as a house husband and father?  

Hmmm...that may be.

But, like so many others, I am going to blame my faults on something else.  I am going to blame my crappy parenting and crappier than usual housekeeping on an addiction to this Wetopia.

When I say I am addicted to it, I mean that I actually may have a problem!

It used to be that when the boy went down for his nap I would do something useful, like the dishes or vacuum.  

Now, however, I find myself laying next time with a laptop on my chest playing Wetopia for four hours until he wakes up, and by then I have a headache from staring at a computer screen from 5 inches away!

Why so close?

I guess I am afraid I am going to miss something.

But, that's not the worst thing.  

The worst thing I do is sneak off in the middle of the night just so I can hide my Wetopia habit from my wife.  I even erase my internet history, like a guy who doesn't want to get caught watching porn, so Mama Bear won't know I have been spending so much time with my secret Wetopian "family."

Oh man!  That's so sick!

I keep telling myself that I am not being selfish.  Wetopia does good around the world while you play.  For realz!  

Supposedly, as you play and level up your Wetopia the game creators will send food and much needed supplies to help feed and educate kids all over the world, so I lie and tell myself that's why I play it.

However, we all know that that's not the case!  

I play Wetopia because I like it and think it's fun, and, now, I find myself unable to stop playing it.  It's like I am brainwashed.  

Even my sense of time is disrupted by it.  

I can't remember when my doctor's appointments are, but I sure as hell remember when my Wetopia crops are ready to be harvested, and god help you if you are in the way when they are.


P.s.  Please don't tell Ellen that I am blaming her for my Wetopia habit.  She seems nice and I wouldn't want her to feel bad.  

P.P.s.  Why the hell would she give a crap anyway?!  

Wednesday's Weigh In...and Being Shunned!

Well, Pizzly and I are still working hard at whipping me into shape, and, despite the major pig out session that lasted all weekend, I lost another pesky pound!

So, now, I am down to 284 and have finally hit the 20 pound loss mark.


No, I don't look all that different or even feel any different, but I am still plugging away one pound at a time.  Our latest exercise routine seems to be helping.  It involves public ridicule and scorn.

Yeah, apparently, my real problem is I have too much self-esteem, so I have to put myself in check by using the scorn and ridicule from the mothers at the park to make me feel badderer about myself.

I swear those jackals are like junior high kids, and probably about as brilliant too.

No, not really.  They probably aren't as brilliant either. 

Anyway, my self-esteem is already kind of at the mid to low level, so they can stop working so hard as it's going to start getting redundant here pretty soon, like yesterday when the old self-esteem meter dropped down to the empty mark, which reaffirmed my hatred of going to the park.

You see, while Pizzly and I were there yesterday not a single parent would let her kids play with him, and the only reason I can think of is because I was there and not my wife. 

Well, I pretty much know that that's the reason because these women make no attempts to hide the scorn on their faces when they look at us me, and they don't even try to lower their voices when they talk to each other about us.

I tell you nothing makes you feel lower than hearing a mother tell her kids that they aren't allowed to play with your kid when your at a playground, and you know damn well that the only reason that they aren't allowed to play together is because you have a penis and not a vagina.

Now, imagine hearing that from 5 mothers all with in a 25 minutes span of time.

How would you feel?

It's rather heart breaking, and it makes me wonder if I should shave or something.  Maybe my beard is scaring them off.  Or, maybe there is nothing I can do to alleviate the situation. 

How can any parent be so mean?  I mean I really do feel like I am in high school all over again.

Oh well, F them!

Luckily, Pizzly shares that mindset.  Either that or he is too young to know what is going on and that we are being shunned.  Either way we still had fun yesterday despite those jackals!

We played tag and ran around in between trees "racing."  It was quite a work out!  The boy's wicked fast these days and the fact that I was laughing the whole time didn't help me to catch my breathe.

It was so much fun that it didn't even matter that those moms wouldn't let their kids play with the boy, and it surely didn't matter that they thought I looked ridiculous while  I was playing with him either.  

At least I wasn't sitting on my rump playing with a stupid cell phone the whole time, only getting up to chastise my little one for daring to try and play with a two year old that's there with his father having a game of chase.  To me, that looks pretty ridiculous.

Well, if their aim is to discourage us from going and playing at the park they are going to have a sore ass because all they're doing is making me want to go there all the more, and as soon as it dries out that's exactly where we're going to go today.  

Because,  "F 'em!  That's why!"

Monday, April 9, 2012

Love is in the Air, LET'S CELEBRATE!!!!!

Since, lately, it seems like all I have been hearing in  the news and reading on the net is all "doom and gloom," I thought that I would share some really good, exciting news even if it's of a slightly personal nature.

My younger brother proposed to his girlfriend Saturday.......and she said Yes!!!!!! (We all new she would)

We here at Dizzy Dad headquarters are so happy and excited for them that we are fittin' to burst!

We also think that it is about time too even though we always thought of them as married anyway.  The lack of a ceremony never mattered  :)

Anyway, the first time I heard that Little Bro had met Little Sis-in-law was about 4 years ago, and I believe the very first thing I did when I heard this info was what any good older brother would do and that was nab his cell phone and call her and tell her to "back  up off my man!"

Of course, it was all in good fun, but what a way to make a first impression on Little Bro's future wife.


After that call,  I noticed something odd about Little Bro...

He was actually happy, which was apparent by his beaming smile, but it was more than that.  He was practically giddy.

This guy is never giddy!  (well, he was when he called to tell me he proposed too, so he's been giddy twice that I know of)

Up til then, Little Bro was the type of guy who was always reserved, never showing anger or joy or excitement or anything that could remotely be mistaken as a human emotion.  Basically, he was the exact opposite of me, a guy that wears his emotions on his sleeve. 

Yeah, Little Bro was goofy, but coming from our family that was kind of expected.  Giddy, however, is a totally different story.

I was a little taken aback by it.

It was like he was telling me that this girl was it.  The only one he'd ever love for the rest of his life, and I believed him even if he didn't say it out loud.

He didn't have to.

Then Mama Bear and I met the girl causing all the ruckus, and we started to understand why Little Bro was so infatuated.  

Little Sis-in-Law is wicked awesome!

She's one of those people that upon first meeting you feel like you have known her your whole life.  So, from the beginning, Mama Bear and I really liked her, and Pizzly just loves her too.  He couldn't ask for a better Aunt, which is why we here are so stoked that Little Bro popped the question.

Don't get me wrong.  Mama Bear and I have always thought of them as a match set, so we've pretty much always referred to Little Sis-in-Law as such, and Pizzly has always known her as his Aunt. We're just totally giddy ourselves because they are so happy, and NOBODY deserves to be happy more than they do.

So, I just wanted to spread the word and the love and congratulate Little Bro and Little Sis-in-Law on their upcoming nuptials.  Mama Bear, Pizzly, and I all think the world of you two and love you bunches.

Now, Let's CELEBRATE!!!!!

Friday, April 6, 2012

My Parenting Fail!

So, I broke out the ole' electric guitar today after retiring it for awhile.  I was immediately shocked to see the disrepair it was in.  I apparently, had forgotten to oil the poor thing before I put it away last time.  

No biggie.  I have extra strings!

So, as I was restringing the beast I heard crying.  I assumed it was "The Beast," so I started soothing it and telling it how sorry I was for not taking care of it.

But, of course it wasn't the guitar that was crying.  It was the boy. He was freaking out about  something.  It was rather disconcerting.

I asked and asked "What's the matter honey?  What's wrong?" But I could get nothing from him but screams and crying.  

I was getting pretty flustered, and I felt totally remiss as a parent because I couldn't help my boy, my little man, my favorite person in the world.  I was so upset about this that I almost started tearing up myself.

This boy never acts like that unless he has a bad dream.  

Something, must be scaring him silly.

Then I glanced over my back at what he was staring at so intently. 

Nothing there but "The Beast."

"He's never been scared of guitars before.  That Can't be it." At least, I didn't think so anyway.  We've never had a problem with any of my other guitars.

What would be different about "The Beast" that would terrify him so?  

Then I looked harder at the guitar.  

Painted by Nicellis Withey
Finally, I noticed what it was he was so terrified of.  

It was the paint job.

Oh man I am such a horrible dad!  I never once thought that the paint on that guitar would be scary to a little guy!  

I am such a failure!

So, after realizing my grave error, I quickly locked the guitar in its case, and, poof, instantly everything was all better...almost.

Now, I just have to convince the little man that guitars aren't evil because every time I say guitar the poor little mite starts tearing up, which makes me tear up.

P.s.  If you like this paint job you should check out some more of Nic's art work 
He can do a lot more than skulls too.  You should really check him out.

No, this isn't shameless promotion.  Nic is my brother in law, and I am damn proud of his work!

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Lucky Me! Married to a Vampire and I have a Great kid!

First things first, I am going to do something that very well may cause me bodily harm at some point soon, so if I end up missing you'll know why.

What is it that I am going to do?

Dangerous or not, Mama Bear is still
eye candy

Why, I am going to post a photo of my beautiful wife, Mama Bear, looking all vampirish.

She really is going to kill me for posting this photo, but I couldn't help it.  I just like it too much not to share it.

I really am lucky to be married to such an intelligent, beautiful, caring, sweet, dangerous, evil, undead, vampirish, woman who is such a good mother.

She's everything that I am not, and every once in a while I just stop what I'm doing and wonder how I got so lucky.

Like I am doing right now.

These days my reverie is usually interrupted, also like right now, by a toddlerdinosaurbearkittypuppy?...well, it's a crap shoot as to what the boy is at any given time. His imagination keeps me on my toes.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

I mean this kid always finds a way to surprise me.  Take yesterday for instance.  

The brat decided that he was going to give Mama Bear and I a break and do the dishes for us.

He actually did a pretty good job too.  I was as impressed as I was surprised that a 2 year old would just hop up on a chair and start washing dishes.  

Of course, Mama Bear and I were right there supervising to make sure he didn't fall or anything, but other than that he was doing it all on his own.

He just grabbed a kitchen chair, dragged it over to the sink, and then asked us to fill the sink with soapy water and away he went.

In no time at all he was scrubbing dishes like a pro.

What a great kid! 

You know I really am a lucky guy, and I can't think of anyone luckier either.

P.S.  Here's some boy buns for you!

This photo was too cute to resist sharing with you