It is not a profound statement to make saying that sometimes you just need your mom. I think sometimes we forget just how much moms tend to do for us. I know that I have. Still, even at thirty years of age, mom still pulls though in the clutch. Continue reading
After a day at the zoo the family and I decided to stop and get a late lunch. As the hostess guided us through the restaurant to our table I noticed Elizabeth scanning the room looking at the other patrons. Then, as we were seated, she spotted what she was looking for, sighed and said, “Oh thank goodness. We’re not the only ones that have a toddler.” Continue reading
Fathers tend to get kind of a bad wrap. The stereotypical mom is sweet, nurturing and completely devoted. Dads on the other hand. Well, the stereotypical dad is lounging in a recliner, making dad jokes and constantly making fashion faux pas. I cannot speak to how mother’s stay amazing, some things in life may always be a mystery, but I’m beginning to realize why dads act like, well dads. Continue reading
There are no drill instructors in the Navy. In the Navy, they call the people in charge of the recruits RDCs. The RDCs had a saying and for some reason it stuck with me. If you’re not smart you had better be strong. Continue reading
If you are like me, you consider yourself incredibly unprepared to be a parent. What I’ve found though is that life has a funny way of preparing you for things. Really, anyone who has spent time with a college roommate or in a military barracks has at least some experience with child rearing. Continue reading
“Lets start a garden!” “Think of all the fresh vegetables we could have!” “Sure it’s a lot of work, but how hard could it be?” These are actual statements that came out of my mouth earlier this year. I still want a garden, but my view on the topic and enthusiasm has changed considerably.
Generally I do not get a lot of one on one time with my son. Thank goodness. It’s not that I don’t love my son, I do. He is just so needy. Elizabeth usually takes on the brunt of this neediness. My son correctly identifies her as the one that can most effectively provide him the trappings of his everyday life. For instance, on more than one occasion, my wife has asked me to do something simple like put socks on him. “Of course I will, just as soon as you tell me where we keep his socks.” Again, it’s not that I don’t care for him; I am just completely oblivious to some of the things that make his everyday life run smoothly. So, in our house, when Mom is away, there is only one rule: survive. Continue reading