Thursday, May 31, 2012

It's About Raising Your Kid the Best You Can.

This morning as the boy and I have been lazing around watching trucks on the television, I have been thinking, which is generally a bad idea and a dangerous thing for me to do.

Not really.

But, it seems like there is a lot going on to think about lately, and I have a tendency to over think things to the point of crazyness.  

As you may know, we're going to be having a little boy arrive in a month or so.  That means we have to get cracking on a few things.  You know the typical "you're going to have another brat hanging around" type of stuff.

And, in order to help me prepare for the arrival of this kid I have been reading up on all the latest vaccine "news" and all the latest on breastfeeding and parenting trends and what not.  

Basically, that means that I have just been reading a bunch of junky articles and getting wickedly annoyed.

It seems that there are a whole helluvalot of people out there that are particularly invested in persuading me into falling into line behind them and their parenting methods, and I get the overwhelming sense that if I don't do so they'll think I am an idiot.

Why does it have to be like this?

What is causing so many people to be so damn militant these days?

It's almost like being in high school again. There are all of these different parenting cliques that have this "all or nothing" feel to them, and that makes it hard to be a moderate parent who subscribes to no hard and fast parenting method because, apparently, in parenting there is no such thing as compromise.

It's an either you are or you aren't type of thing.  Anything in between is unrecognizable or worse, viewed as being a sell out.

There is no room for those that occasionally formula feed their baby at the breastfeeders only lunch table.  You either breastfeed your kid exclusively for years or you are a loser!  

Needless to say, you certainly cannot vaccinate your children and fit in with the anit-vaxer crowd at all either.  That would be akin to the "Sharks" and the "Jets" having a civil conversation that didn't just end up with each side dance fighting each other into oblivion. 

There's also no room for conversation between the spankers and non-spankers or between the ferberizers and attachment parents.  In my mind, attempting to do so would be very similar to that one time in college when they had an evolution vs intelligent design debate.  

All that resulted in was a massive tantrum where the intelligent design people just spouted random bible versus while the evolution people repeatedly cried "That's illogical!"

Needless to say, neither side won the debate since it descended into a giant, name calling, hissy fit where neither side said anything intelligent.

Sounds like a typical high schooler style argument right?

So, also like in high school, a lot of decent folks, now decent parents, who do not fit into any specific category are cast off to the outer edges looking in, feeling guilty about their choices and confused because they don't "fit in" anywhere. 


I guess Mom's and Dad's like me will never be cool, but that's fine because so far as I am concerned that's not the point anyway.

Being a great parent has nothing to do with being trendy or cool or "fitting in."

It's about raising your kid the best you can.

You can stick to your teenage guns.  I think I'll keep my parenting ones thank you!

Sunday, May 27, 2012

I Remember...

Every once in awhile I think back to my first semester of college.  I was a "Non-Traditional" student, meaning I started at like 22-23 instead of straight out of high school.  Maybe I was 24. I don't know, and it doesn't really matter because the point is I was older than 99 percent of the other incoming freshmen.

Anyway, being the "Old Guy" had its advantages and disadvantages.  Yeah, most of the frat boys left me alone, but that was only because most every body left me alone.

I was a bit of an outsider.

I mean really, what college kid wanted to hang out with a guy in his mid twenties that didn't live on campus because he owned his own house?

Well, to make a boring story shorter, I only made one friend that first semester, Francis.  He was a city kid.  He was a young, scrawny, goofy inner city kid, and he just happened to like hanging out with old country bumpkins, which is how he referred to me most of the time.

What I found really neat about Francis is that despite how goofy he came across he was a really intelligent guy, and wanted to know about everything.  It wasn't like he was nosy.  He was just curious about how the world worked, and how different machines worked.  

If he ran across something he didn't understand he'd have to figure it out or he wouldn't sleep for weeks he said.

Anyway, towards the end of that semester Francis asked me a question.  

"I think I want to ask my girlfriend to marry me.  What do you think?"

I replied, "Do you love her?"

"Yes, of Course!" he said.

I asked, "Can you picture your life without her?"

He thought for a moment, and then he said, "No, I can't, and I wouldn't want to."  So, I told him that if that was the case he should ask her.  

Then he dropped a bomb on me.

He was being sent over to the "Sandbox!"  Francis was in the Marines, and he was worried that his girlfriend would want to get married before he left, but he wanted to wait until he got back.  I told him I couldn't help him with that, but I wished him well.

Soon after that it was the end of the semester, and time for Francis and I to exchange e-mails.  I gave him a bear hug and told him to keep safe.  He told me not to worry.  He was a marine, and that meant invincible.  Then he said that he would write to check up on me and to keep an eye on me every once in awhile.

We laughed, hugged once again, and parted ways. 

He kept his promise and did write me...once.

It was a few months later. 

He wrote to tell me that his crazy girlfriend is now his crazy wife, and that it was hot where he was and loud.  He promised to write me again and said that he would look me up, so I could buy him a beer. 

He wanted me to buy him his first legal drink.  I was touched, and couldn't wait to.

That was the last I had heard from my friend.

But, I remember him very well.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Figuring Out the Father I Want to Be

One of the things that perplexes me most about being a parent is that there is no sure fire way to to do it right, and no matter how hard you try not to screw up you're going to anyway.

That simply terrifies me!

Well, not really terrify, but you get my point.  I obsess over it and constantly wonder what it is I am screwing up.

I routinely ask myself all these silly questions, like "Am I too permissive?" or "Am I not permissive enough?" or "Do I coddle the boy too much; not enough?"

Blah blah blah.......CRAZY! (My head just exploded) 

Why isn't there someone out there that can tell me how I am supposed to handle this being a daddy thing?

Well, I am sure that there are thousands of people that would love to tell me how I am screwing everything up, but, so far, I haven't found one of them that I cared to listen to because as much as it would be nice to have somebody dictate how I am supposed to act and react to my child in certain situations I also realize that these people have as little knowledge about child rearing as I do, so if they are telling me to do something I am not comfortable with I am not going to listen to them.

On the other hand I am willing to try things that seems sensible to me.

Parenting is all trial and error isn't it?

These little ones all have their own little personalities, and what may work for one parenting wise may not work for any other kid.  

It's crazy!

I may be wrong here but I am guessing that as long as your goal as a parent is to love and support your child and to make them know that you love and support them no matter what while keeping them healthy then you can't be doing too badly.

Mama Bear and I are on the same page here.  It doesn't matter if our boys are wimpy, strong, effeminate, masculine, or whatever.  We are going to love them just the same, and we are going to protect and guide them to the best of our ability without stifling their personalities.

We want them to be who they naturally are.

Now, we obviously aren't going to encourage them to be self-centered, tantrum throwing little bastards because that what toddlers do naturally.  That's clearly unacceptable, but we are going to try to foster in them all the qualities that we would want in ourselves and hope some of it sticks.

Personally, I want my boys to grow into better men than I.  

I want them to be naturally what I have to work so hard to be and repeatedly fail at.  I want them to be kind, courteous, caring, gentle, loving, giving, vocal about their feelings, comfortable in themselves, confident, humble, and most of all happy.

I don't care if they are masculine or manly. 

In fact, I would be just fine with it if they didn't turn out to conform to the current idea of masculinity where a man who recognizes his feelings and can vocalize them is somehow less of a man or where a man who is sensitive is labeled as effeminate and is therefore laughable.

Yes, the world is hard and cruel, and it is my job as a parent to help prepare them for that.  But, that doesn't mean that within these walls my sons have to feel bad or uncomfortable for being who they are.  

Within these walls my boys need not to be embarrassed for crying or for needing a little extra comfort from Mama Bear or I.

No, here in our home our children are supposed to feel comfortable, accepted, and loved.  I want this to be a safe haven free from ridicule and pain.

I don't want to be one of those dads that ridicules his boys and mocks them in an effort to "toughen them up."  That doesn't work. 

All that does is make your kids miserable.

I'd much rather my kids not be miserable because of me.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Badges! We Don't Need No Stinking Badges!!!

Well, yesterday, on a whim, I developed my first set of honorary badges to be sent out to people and blogs that I feel deserve some special recognition.

Now, that recognition can be both good or bad I guess.  It can be a "Hey, You're awesome and brightened my day by just being you." kind of thing, or it can be a "Hey, you're really kind of an ass!" kind of thing.

Either way it's recognition for something, and there will be more badges of honor eventually.

So far there are two:

This badge is meant as a way to tell blog people that they are appreciated, and that we here at Dizzy Dad headquarters want to show them some love!

These are blogs that routinely makes us feel good, make us laugh, and have us smirking at their general sauciness!

The recipients of the "Cheeky and fun!" badge thus far are Life with Levi, How's the Soup?, Tork's Blog, and The Domestic Goddess.

These are all awesome blogs and I seriously suggest giving them a read or a listen.

This next badge is basically for anyone who we feel deserve it, and it is pretty self-explanatory.

Thus far, there are only two recipients, but there are millions of nominees to sift through still, so don't let the number 2 fool you, and they are...

Rich, from How's The Soup?, for intentionally provoking me on my Face Book page, like I was going to let that slide, by insisting on adding a "Just Sayin," knowing full well that that particular qualifier enrages me.

And, the second recipient of this not-so-coveted award is none other than my beloved smother who threatened to tell my wife that I am a ne'er-do-well, like she doesn't know this about me already.  

But, alas, since you threatened me with this on my Face Book page mother, I believe wholeheartedly that you also deserve this not-so-coveted distinction.  

Cherish this moment!

Feel free to nominate other blogs for the "Cheeky and Fun!" badge, and I will do my best to read and review each nomination.

We here at Dizzy Dad HQ are also accepting nominations for the "I'm an Ass!"  badge, but this distinction is only given out to those few we deem worthy of it.  To ensure your nominee has the best chance of receiving such a distinction please include why you believe they deserve it.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Wednesday's Weigh In!

Usually, on Wednesdays I proclaim how hard I have been working to lose weight and get healthier.  Well, I would say all that this week too, but it would be a terrible lie.  The truth is I have done nothing at all to manage my weight this past week.  No exercising, no dieting, nothing, and it will show on the scale today I am sure.

But, let's just do it anyway and see what happens!

Wait...What the hell?

I lost two pounds somehow.  How would that happen?  I have done nothing and made a pig of myself no less than 3 times this past week.


Well, that puts me own to 282 a total weight loss of 22 pounds.  Not too bad, but I would be lying if I said that I am impressed about it.  

I guess the previous weeks of maintaining a steady 284-285 for 3-4 weeks straight have really made this whole weight loss thing a downer.  It is frustrating as hell to diet and exercise and have no results, and then it is even more frustrating to lose weight when you have done nothing at all to try and lose it. 

Well, at least I haven't gained anything, and since I my gigantic blisters have finally healed I have no reason to slack anymore, so I am off to do some steps and maybe a few sit-ups.

yucky yucky sit-ups!

They wouldn't be so bad if the boy didn't insist on jumping on me while I did them.

Who am I kidding?  They would be worse!

Monday, May 21, 2012

Giant Wasps from Hell!!

Well, over the past week or so I have noticed that a strange insect has been inhabiting my back yard, and, at first I was terrified by it even if Pizzly found them hilarious!

Or, maybe he thought I was hilarious...who knows!

But, this thing is huge and hornet like and the combination of these two things scares the pie out of me!  

In fact, anything that looks like a yellow jacket on steroids is scary!  I don't care who you are!

Yeah that's right, it looks exactly like a a giant merth ferking  Yellow Jacket on steroids!  

Just imagine Arnold Schwarzenegger in a yellow jacket costume and you'll get a pretty good picture in your mind of what I am talking about.  

He would be about the same size as this monstrosity.

Well, that may be exaggerating a bit, but this waspish thing is huge!

I swear that yesterday while I was up on the ladder inspecting a critter hole it was buzzing around me, and it sounded just like a helicopter was landing in my back yard.

"That's it!" I thought to myself.  "I'll be damned if I let some mutant wasp colony scare me away from my back yard!"  So, I decided that I was going to research this monster, find out out how to kill it, and then go to the hardware store to get the tools I would need to wage glorious war on it.

Well, that war need never happen.

Photo from University of Maryland's gardening site
Apparently, I was afraid for no reason.  What I thought was a nasty stinging yellow jacket on roids was nothing but a Cicada Killer Wasp!

Yes the name does sound vaguely frightening, but I assure you that I am assured that the insect is not harmful in anyway.  

In fact, the males don't even have stingers.  The females do, but they only come out to hunt apparently, and they hunt Cicadas, not people.

Nothing at all to worry about.

Now, I kind of feel like I owe these giant insects an apology!

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Mothers or Fathers? Who cares? Both are Parents!

Most of the time, whenever you read anything about parenting it is polarized; moms here and dads there.  But, what a lot of us fail to realize is that decent parenting is gender-less, making the whole mom versus dad thing totally irrelevant.

Anything I can do, Mama Bear can do and vice-versa...well, almost anything.  There are a few exceptions, but that doesn't make either one of us less important than the other.

Yet, I get the distinct feeling that most don't see it that way.

Well, to be honest, I don't know what most people think about parenting roles because I don't care to ask them, but based on the parenting books, blogs, and, of course, the worthless parenting magazines that I read or have read there seems to be a very real sense of onesidedness when it comes to parenting roles and which role, the mother's or the father's, is the most legitimate.  

Maybe, I'm wrong, but I think the gender of a parent is unimportant.  A parent is a parent is a parent is a parent regardless of sex.  

A good parent is irreplaceable whether mother or father.  Neither is better.  Neither is worse.  Both have important parts to play, and there is no reason these roles can't overlap each other.

In my house, daddy and mommy can both kiss booboos away, and mommy and daddy can both rotate the tires on the truckster.  

We don't abide by all this gender stereotype crappola, and I don't think we are the only family that is like this!

As a parent, you get what needs to be done...done!  Whether it be doing the dishes, laundry, mowing the lawn, cooking dinner, working on the alphabet, potty training, or what have you.  If it needs doing, we do it.  

With one obvious exception, nothing about being a parent has to be gender specific.  So, why even ask who is better?

Mothers or Fathers?  Who cares?  Both are Parents!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Bloody Attachment Parenting Label!!!

As I continue to age I seem to notice more and more of what is going on around me, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I am finding that there seems to be an increasing amount of human activity that just baffles me.

"Like what?" you ask.

Well, how about the incessant need for humans to label everything from kitchen utensils to parenting methods.  I mean we have names for everything.  You could be living your life just as happy as can be not knowing any better when out of the blue some buzzwords you've never heard before show up, eventually peaking your curiosity until you look them up, and voila!  

The way you've been living has officially been labeled as something.

The problem is that once there is a label put in place people feel free to criticize, and if that label applies to you and your family's way of life those criticisms can sting a bit. 

But, more importantly, once a label is applied for something like parenting or whatever some dumb ass draws up rules to abide by or you lose the right to use the label on yourself.  Well, not really I guess, but you do become more aware of what you are "supposed" to be doing rather than doing whatever it is you feel like you should be doing.

For instance, lately I have been hearing about a "new" parenting style called "Attachment Parenting."  It seems like no matter where you go you'll see something about it, and usually it is portrayed as some radical thing that only hippies would do or something.  

Well, at least that is how it came across to me, so I never bothered looking further into it...until this morning.

Let's just say that I learned that what Mama Bear and I have been doing for the last 2 years three months and 1 day naturally, can now officially be labeled as "Attachment Parenting."

I guess that makes us hippies!

Great, so all that negative uproar I laughed at before in regards to  attachment parenting because it was all just silly nonsense spewing out of hateful people's mouths actually applies to me and my family.  

All those nasty hurtful things that people have spouted all over the various parenting networks and websites and face book that ridicule and mock people who condone and adhere to attachment parenting are really directed at me and my family and other families just like mine.

Now, instead of being a little indignant because I don't understand where some people are coming from and am wondering what makes them so perfect that they can be so harshly judgmental, I am righteously pissed that there are so many that think and say such atrocious things about families like mine, which I thought were normal and "mainstream."

I mean really.  How is what we do all that different and bad?

1.  Both our children were planned and prepared for and Mama Bear and I continually discuss parenting methods so we are both on the same page.  

Is that so terrible?  Because I just assumed that is what all conscientious parents did.

2.There are really only two recognized legitimate options of feeding our infants, either formula or breast milk.  We all have to choose one or the other.  

We just happened to choose breast milk, which meant that the boy breastfed as well as bottle fed when Mama Bear wasn't around.  

Pizzly was weaned at around 2 and refused a bottle shortly after he was a year old, but luckily he ate solid foods well by then so it was no big deal.    

Does that make us freaks?  

If it does oh well.  I can live with that because my kid is happy and doing quite well, and he has never been sick!

3. Do we validate Pizzly's emotions and feelings and try to use them to instigate a conversation?  

You're damn right we do!  

If the boy's crying there's a reason for it, and I will be damned if I am going to make him set there ignored or feel ashamed because he has feelings.  The same thing goes for tantrums.  If we can establish a line of communication with the boy then we can figure out what's wrong, and then we can help him find alternate ways to deal with his anger that are more appropriate than tossing a tantrum.

That just seems reasonable doesn't it?

4. Do we do the whole skin to skin contact thing?  

Yes, all the time. In fact, right now both he and I are shirtless and he is draped across my chest as I type this.  

Oh, and he also frequently bathes with one or the other of us because we're lazy and it is more convenient for us to toss him in the bath or shower while we're scrubbing down than to have to sit on the floor next to him during his separate bath time.

I know.  It's terrible!

5. Do we co-sleep with the little rugrat?   

Yes. Every night since the day he was born, and let me tell you something.  We don't have a problem getting him to go to bed, when he was little it was easy peasy for my wife to feed him because all she had to do was let him latch on, which allowed her to get more sleep, and the boy is not only still alive he is thriving. 

So, don't waste your time telling me about SIDS! I've heard it all before, and I still call bullshit on the whole co-sleeping will kill your kid thing.

6.  Does Pizzly go to a babysitter?  

No.  He is with us pretty much all the time.  I am a stay at home dad after all.  

What about date night?  My wife and I had ten glorious years of date nights before the boy was born.  Our philosophy is that it makes no sense to have children if you don't want to spend time with them.  We still do all the things we want we just have a little one going along with us too.  

7. Do we spank, scream, or throw a tantrum at Pizzly when he misbehaves?

Hell no!  That is counter intuitive isn't it?  If you want to teach a kid that hitting is bad, why the hell would you hit him when he does something wrong?  The same goes for screaming and tantrumming.  Those aren't behaviours that you want to encourage your child to have.  

Therefore, you shouldn't ought to display them to the kid in the first place should you?

Why not try and have a talk to see what is going on before you blister the kid's ass or black his eye?

Yeah, I know.  I must be spoiling the little brat.

8. Is our personal and family life well balanced?

Maybe...maybe not, but we work at it just like everyone else.  The most important thing though is that the kids come first, and sometimes that means that Mama Bear or I will need to take a walk for a few moments so we can be up to snuff when we get back.

Does that mean we are selfish?  Yes, but you'll never see us at the park playing on our cell phones while our kids are running amok, so I guess we aren't that selfish.

OK, in case you haven't guessed it, I just ran through the 8 principles of attachment parenting, which you can find HERE.

And, I bet if you think about it you're parenting style isn't all that different than ours.  You just label yours differently.

Am I Missing the Point?

Lately, I have noticed that there are people all over the place all up in arms about some "Time" magazine cover photo and it's title "Are You Mom Enough?"

Now, I haven't read the actual article because I am poor, and not a Time Magazine subscriber, but the comments I have seen that are solely based on that cover dumbfound me.

I mean people are spewing everything from "This is blatant mass distribution of child pornography" to "They would never question a fathers ability to be a good parent."  I find both of these particular statements quite amusing if not a little disturbing too.

First of all, turning breast feeding into something sexual is ludicrous.  Secondly, almost any publication that has anything to do with parenting continually questions a father's ability to parent or blatantly disregards that fathers are involved in the whole child rearing process at all, and that questioning seems to be fine as long as it only questions the fathers and not the mothers.  

Why is that?

But, am I missing the point?...Probably...

Anyway, the truth is I was a little horrified when I first looked at the photo, but not for the same reasons as any one else I know.

I wasn't worried about the child's welfare because the kid obviously didn't look abused in anyway.  I didn't automatically assume that this 3 year old was going to get beat up in school because, really, by the time he goes to school this photo is going to be long forgotten. 

I also neither find the cover photo to be pornographic like some believe or evidence of molestation because, I'm sorry, well no I'm not, breast feeding your child is not a sexual thing.  It's not dirty.  It is just feeding your brat, and I am appalled by people who see it as anything other than that.  

Sure, different people see things differently, and we all have our own ideas of what is right and wrong, but let's not forget that your "right" is not necessarily any better than anyone else's.

So, no, what horrified me about the photo was not anything like that.  I was concerned that the little guy on the chair was going to fall and hurt himself because it looked like an awkward position to breast feed in.

As far as the title goes, meh.  Who cares?  It's really nothing to get all flustered about.

But then again, there are numerous publications that continually post articles questioning the ability of fathers to parent their kiddos, so I guess I am kind of used to it.  It would be different I guess if I was a  mom who was not used to publications that automatically assumed that I was incompetent to raise children.

But, as I am a dad I am used to that kind of thing.  It's no big deal to me, which is why I fail to understand why there are so many out there that are so completely offended by this silly, little title "Are You Mom Enough?"

At least read the article before you start taking it personally.  Talk about judging a book by it's cover.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Early Mother's Day Gift!

Well, thanks to Mama Bear, Pizzly is now scared of bugs, and boy does that suck!

To be fair he's not scared of just any bug.  He's only afraid of spiders, and to him all bugs are spiders.

Yes, I totally blame Mama Bear for this since she hates spiders.  Every time she sees one in the house she gets a little frazzled and has to kill it immediately, so now, naturally, Pizzly thinks spiders are evil or something, and this morning he started crying hysterically because he saw an ant and thought it was a spider.

Now, he refuses to leave my lap, and doesn't want to go outside because that's where spiders live.

Thank you Mama Bear!  This is so not awesome!

And, to think that we spent hours yesterday buying and making your early Mother's Day gift because we love you so much.

Yes, the boy and I gave Mama Bear her Mother's day gift early because it was such a pain in the ass, and we didn't want to spend all day Sunday putting it together, so we did it yesterday instead.

What was it?

Cellular blinds, which were easy to put up themselves, but moving all the furniture away from the windows and removing the old blinds, curtains, and all the fixtures took forever.  Add to that having a toddler help clean the windows and walls around the window openings, and you have a TASK on your hands.

This is the best photo I could muster because I am lazy,
and because the blinds are light filtering, which makes
it hard to photograph them because the flash on my
camera won't go off.  They let a lot of light in.
It's super nice to not need to turn the lights on.
Our goal was to get it all done by the time Mama Bear got home from work.  Luckily, she was a few minutes late because we finished just in time.

Then we waited to see how long it would take her to notice that the nasty old broken blinds were gone and replaced with snazzy, new cellular blinds.

It took about 15 minutes, and when she noticed she didn't seemed too thrilled, which wasn't what I was expecting....bummer!

It turns out that she was upset that I spent the money I was supposed to use to buy a pressure washer for myself on blinds for her.

I tried to explain to her that it was more important to me that she gets the blinds she wants than for me to get a pressure washer.  I guess that wasn't what she wanted to hear!

After a long day of shopping and home improvement,
Pizzly needed a nap, and the box the pressure
washer came in was a perfect little house
to sleep in I guess.
So, we ended up going out to get me a...Mother's Day present too?

What the hell?

Yeah, I'm confused too, but I knew better than to argue about it since she seemed pretty adamant.

That means this weekend our little house is going to get a bath!

The boy reading a birthday card my parents gave me while
sitting in his new pressure washer box house.
Cute little bugger isn't he?
So...Happy Mother's Day everybody!!!

P.s. What is really quite baffling about these cellular blinds is that more light enters the room when they are closed than when they are open.  It is pure witch craft I tell you!

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Wednesday's Weigh In?.....How 'Bout No!

Well, I totally forgot that today is Wednesday.  Usually, as part of my weekly routine I would hop on the scale and see what my weight is, but I am not going to do that today.


Because I don't feel like it that's why!

No, seriously.  I just don't feel like it, so instead I am going to continue doing what I have been doing today, which is acting like today is my birthday too.

Yeah, I like that.

I get to have two days of birthday goodness...just because.

So, while the laundry is in the dryer and the dishes are air drying I am going to continue eating popcorn like I have been doing all day, and I am going to continue flying our rc helicopters with the boy.  Then maybe I will vacuum the floor again before Mama Bear gets home.

She'll never know how lazy I have been...unless of course she reads this.

In that case, I am screwed.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Holy Crap Tomorrow I'll be 31!!!

Yep, that's right. 

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I am going to be 31!

It's kind of exciting even if 31 isn't a big or important number.  That doesn't matter.  What does matter is that a birthday is a cause for celebration, and Pizzly and I have been thinking of ways to celebrate it for weeks now.  He wants to go to Pizza Hut, which is no surprise as that is his favorite restaurant these days, but I kind of want to either go on a picnic or Chuckee Cheese's.

Yeah, I know.  For most parents, going to Chuckee Cheese's is pure torture, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to go.  I think it would be fun, and I haven't been there since I was a wee little one, and I think that it is about time for the boy to discover the awesomeness of Chuckee Cheese's.  

After all, he is 2.

Well, maybe I'll wait to introduce him to Chuckee Cheese's until Two-zy comes out.  That way Pizzly will still feel special, and Mama Bear will be too tired to feel left out because we went some place super cool with out her.

Or, maybe I'll wait to go there until some weekend when Mama bear can accompany us.  I know I would be super sad to miss out on all the fun, so it wouldn't be fair to go with out her.

Ok so that's decided, but it still doesn't help me decide what I am going to do tomorrow with the boy to celebrate my birthday.

Let's see...the boy and I could go kite flying.  That's always a giggle.  Or, maybe...we could build model rockets and color them up and then blast them off!  

That sounds really fun!

It will involve all of my favorite things; spending time with my boy and blowing things up. Well, not precisely blowing things up, but sending things really high into the air I guess is a better way to put it.
However you want to put it, this is a whole pile of awesome as ideas go! 

Now, I am even more excited for tomorrow!

Man I am such a kid at heart!

Maybe that makes me a better daddy though...

Friday, May 4, 2012

"I'm Elmo and I know It"

Mama Bear brought this you tube video to my attention a few weeks ago, and Pizzly has been in love with it ever since!

In fact, the moment Mama Bear left for work this morning he has been singing and dancing to it non-stop.

So, I think I'll share it with  you guys. 

P.s. who ever created this is a evil genius, and I hate them!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Wednesday's Weigh In

Well, I was pretty optimistic about at least losing a little weight since last Wednesday.  I mean I went on a death march after all.  

That has to count for something.

Well, apparently, it counts for nothing.  I still weigh exactly the same, which means I haven't lost any weight since 4/11/12.  

Not too cool.

I must be doing something wrong.  Since, I stepped up the exercise a little this week the problem is either what I am eating or the quantity. 

Granted, I did over eat yesterday, and I have been eating a lot of junky bread.  I am willing to bet that if I cut out the bread that will make a huge difference...maybe.

I guess we'll have to wait and see next week.

It's too bad.  I could have used a win today too after yesterday's grocery trip when some frat boy decided that it was funny to ridicule people because of their weight, physical deformities, or because they have something like Down's Syndrome.

Yeah, this guy was real classy!

Not only did he call me fat and ridicule me in front of the boy, he also mocked an entire group of people who had a variety of conditions ranging from Autism to Down Syndrome.

Not awesome!

He's probably the type of ass to take pictures of people at Walmart and then post them at that atrocious site, which has been bullying people for years too.

It must be nice to be so fortunate and privileged that you have nothing to be self-conscious of and have nothing that anyone could hurt you and ridicule you about.

If only we were all as "special" and fortunate.