Boy has it been a doozy of a start to the "sick" season for my little family. We've been sick for what seems like months now and the kids are both sick AGAIN! I really cannot explain how difficult it is for Kacy and I when we have sick little ones, but I will try.
A) There is so little to do for them when they are tiny. Max cannot take anything outside of tylenol or ibuprofen, Sophie too for that matter, and some times they are just so miserable that it breaks your heart.
B) Kacy and I are in school, Kacy full time and me three quarter time, and it really is near impossible to get all of you work done AND make sure our kids are given the love and attention they need when they are feeling yucky.
C) Then there is the house. The dishes, the recycling, the cleaning, the laundry, the shopping....all still needing to be done despite the aformentioned responsibilities. These predominately fall on Kacy because I work full time, so she's the one who has the full time job at home with the children.
D) Finally there is finding a way to socialize Sophie with her new best friend while also getting her to and from Dance/Soccer/Tumbling......whatever she is in at the time.
Sometimes I truly do feel like I am taking crazy pills, and when I run out of the pills, its only because Kacy probably has been taking them too! I don't know how we do it sometimes, and yes, its overwhelming at times too, but I would not change a thing.
Despite all of the hardships, nothing is more rewarding and fun than parenthood. Poop diapers, snot noses, long nights, early mornings, temper tantrums, time outs, accidents, NO HITTING, fevers, broken hearts, refusing to go to bed and all. Its the life!!!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Dad's Day
So it's father's day again. A time when everyone takes time out to let Dad go golfing. But seriously, it's a great time for reflection and introspection.
I think back to all of the things that were great about my childhood. All of the things we had, the traditions, the camping trips, the bike riding and all of the random activities done in the spur of the moment. My dad was a great father. He was constantly involved in everything we did. He was always helping us have more fun. When we were trying to build a jump for our bikes, he took the tractor and built us an entire BMX course! He played with us, built a forts for us, built a tree house, well sort of, for us and was always accessible. Upon researching many of my friends experiences with their fathers, I now know what a blessing that was for my brothers and I. He was consistent in his punishments and loved us all of the time, both physically and spiritually. He was a cuddly hugging daddy and that made very loving affectionate men of my brothers and me.
I could go on and on but I'll finish with this. He now makes a great Toepappy for my babies and has not stopped being a great dad to me. The education never stops, it only gets deeper after you've become a parent. I constantly strive to be a good daddy to my babies. To be consistent. To be cuddly. To be fun. To try and be all of the things my father was to me. Its a tall task, but because of how awesome my dad was and is, it makes it a little easier to fail some times because dad's capable arms are still there for a big hug.
Dad, I love you so much. Thank you for EVERYTHING!
I think back to all of the things that were great about my childhood. All of the things we had, the traditions, the camping trips, the bike riding and all of the random activities done in the spur of the moment. My dad was a great father. He was constantly involved in everything we did. He was always helping us have more fun. When we were trying to build a jump for our bikes, he took the tractor and built us an entire BMX course! He played with us, built a forts for us, built a tree house, well sort of, for us and was always accessible. Upon researching many of my friends experiences with their fathers, I now know what a blessing that was for my brothers and I. He was consistent in his punishments and loved us all of the time, both physically and spiritually. He was a cuddly hugging daddy and that made very loving affectionate men of my brothers and me.
I could go on and on but I'll finish with this. He now makes a great Toepappy for my babies and has not stopped being a great dad to me. The education never stops, it only gets deeper after you've become a parent. I constantly strive to be a good daddy to my babies. To be consistent. To be cuddly. To be fun. To try and be all of the things my father was to me. Its a tall task, but because of how awesome my dad was and is, it makes it a little easier to fail some times because dad's capable arms are still there for a big hug.
Dad, I love you so much. Thank you for EVERYTHING!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Over Doing It......Parenting
I remember when Sophie was first born. My pride and joy. I would do anything for her, and I made so many promises to myself about how I would parent and how I wouldn't parent. I wouldn't say and do some of things my parents did when I was a kid. I would carry on some of the wonderful things about my childhood that my parents created for my brothers and me. I would always stay calm and foster a good environment for her.
Well, not all of that remained true. I mean, I think I am good father, and I think that shows through what a wonderful little girl she is turning out to me. Kacy and I are not perfect by any means, but Kacy is a wonderful, strong and caring mother and I continually challenge myself to be a better parent everyday. Sometimes your best intentions fall by the side of the road as you hurry through life. I am going to school and working and while both of those things hold promise of a better future for all of us, I also know that the kids don't get to see me as much anymore. They miss me, but I only have the best in mind as I work toward my goals.
The one thing I have been struggling with lately is being to hard on Sophie. Now that Max is here, and he is the baby, I somehow have found myself treating Sophie like a 10 year old or something. I feel so bad afterward because she constantly reminds me through he sweet dependance on her "pink puppy" or her blanket lovey that she is still a baby. A sweet little three year old that really doesn't always know better, despite my accusations. She shouldn't always have to act like a big girl, despite my demands sometimes, because she is a little girl, and should be for as long as I can keep her that way. I really should learn to distinguish between the baby, Max, and the little bit bigger baby, Sophie, when I am dealing with diciplinary situations or maybe over reacting to something one or the other does. They are both my little babies and sometimes, instead of urging Soph to grow up too soon by demanding too much, I should just bite my tongue and squeeze her as tight as I can and tell I love her.
Well, not all of that remained true. I mean, I think I am good father, and I think that shows through what a wonderful little girl she is turning out to me. Kacy and I are not perfect by any means, but Kacy is a wonderful, strong and caring mother and I continually challenge myself to be a better parent everyday. Sometimes your best intentions fall by the side of the road as you hurry through life. I am going to school and working and while both of those things hold promise of a better future for all of us, I also know that the kids don't get to see me as much anymore. They miss me, but I only have the best in mind as I work toward my goals.
The one thing I have been struggling with lately is being to hard on Sophie. Now that Max is here, and he is the baby, I somehow have found myself treating Sophie like a 10 year old or something. I feel so bad afterward because she constantly reminds me through he sweet dependance on her "pink puppy" or her blanket lovey that she is still a baby. A sweet little three year old that really doesn't always know better, despite my accusations. She shouldn't always have to act like a big girl, despite my demands sometimes, because she is a little girl, and should be for as long as I can keep her that way. I really should learn to distinguish between the baby, Max, and the little bit bigger baby, Sophie, when I am dealing with diciplinary situations or maybe over reacting to something one or the other does. They are both my little babies and sometimes, instead of urging Soph to grow up too soon by demanding too much, I should just bite my tongue and squeeze her as tight as I can and tell I love her.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Inagural Post
Hello everyone, my name is Jesse.
I am a father of two and husband to one. A daughter who is three years old, and the apple of my eye. A son who is one year old, and my pride and joy. A wife who I love and admire who does the work in the trenches while I slave over a hot bar top. I tend bar as my profession, I attend college three quarter time, my wife attends college full time and we have no family in town to help, so we do it all by ourselves with no use of day care or baby sitting.
I have wanted to blog for a long time, but due to the fact that I am busy and a procrastinator, that hasn't happened. Until now. I find myself wandering in thought, day in and day out, about being a father, a husband and how those things affect me. Some of it is serious, and some funny. In my experience, there are innumerable blogs and sites for Mothers. Advice columns, question and answer sites, the list goes on and on. But I have not seen many for Dad's or men that more or less speak to the thought process's of men and how they react to marriage, work life, home life, parenting and general day to day happenings.
So here is mine. I hope everyone enjoys my mind on paper (web) and finds some sort of benefit from it. Be that enthusiasm, motivation, tears, laughter or answers. Thanks for finding me, and enjoy the read.
I am a father of two and husband to one. A daughter who is three years old, and the apple of my eye. A son who is one year old, and my pride and joy. A wife who I love and admire who does the work in the trenches while I slave over a hot bar top. I tend bar as my profession, I attend college three quarter time, my wife attends college full time and we have no family in town to help, so we do it all by ourselves with no use of day care or baby sitting.
I have wanted to blog for a long time, but due to the fact that I am busy and a procrastinator, that hasn't happened. Until now. I find myself wandering in thought, day in and day out, about being a father, a husband and how those things affect me. Some of it is serious, and some funny. In my experience, there are innumerable blogs and sites for Mothers. Advice columns, question and answer sites, the list goes on and on. But I have not seen many for Dad's or men that more or less speak to the thought process's of men and how they react to marriage, work life, home life, parenting and general day to day happenings.
So here is mine. I hope everyone enjoys my mind on paper (web) and finds some sort of benefit from it. Be that enthusiasm, motivation, tears, laughter or answers. Thanks for finding me, and enjoy the read.
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