Daddy's Fish BowlA Clear View Of A Father's Family Experiences

Yesterday was the release date of “The Beatles: Rock Band”, so naturally I was super siked to get home and play it. I’m not a huge fan of The Beatles, can’t say that I know more than a handful of their songs (I know, sad isn’t it?); but I am a huge fan of the game Rock Band. The Rock Band series has been in our lives for the past 2 years now, and I’m truly thankful for the fun and excitement that it has brought to our family. We first got acquainted with the series when Tre was only a few weeks old, and little did we know, it was actually going to be the thing that held us together during those tough tough times of early infancy.

Tre in his new bed

Not to long ago we were placed in an unfortunate situation regarding Tre’s sleeping arrangements.  We were notified that there had been a recall on his crib (click for recall information) and advised to stop allowing him to sleep in it immediately due to risk of suffocation, etc.  I remember being very angry, upset, and frustrated at the fact that my little boy was in harms way for 18 months and I was just now finding out.  At the same time, I was happy and grateful that I was at least informed and given the opportunity to do something to prevent anything bad from happening.  After being alerted of the recall, we found ourselves in a bit of a dilemma: Tre was close to outgrowing a crib, but not completely ready for a toddler bed.  I wasn’t thrilled about buying a new crib that would only be used for a few months and then having to buy a new bed as well.  Fefe suggested going straight to a toddler bed: that’s what we did, and that’s when the fun started.

Hello everyone, welcome back!  How was your long weekend?  Did you do anything exciting to end the summer with a bang?  Well I hope you did because our family sure didn’t.  I had spent most of last week planning a pretty entertaining weekend for our family to indulge in, as a farewell to summer and a welcome home to fall (a much more pleasant season here in the south).  But instead of sending summer off with a bang, we quietly let it leave with a fizzle because… yup you guessed it, we were sick, AGAIN!

Hey there, welcome back. If you missed yesterdays post, which is part 1 to this story go check it out, here.

So yesterday I explained how it was brought to my attention that our oldest son had taken to a life of cheating. After witnessing this unbelievable travesty, swift action was needed to ensure that a life as a con artist was not the path that he’d be following.

A Cheater In His Habitat

Have you ever wondered how kids learn to cheat?  Is it something that they see others doing and just pick up, or is it in them from birth?  Those are questions that I’ve been asking myself lately and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s pure instinct.  I think we’re all born with it, and it just comes naturally.  Through our desires of winning and succeeding, we find a way to make it happen, even if it isn’t attainable on our own merit.  You may be asking what drove me to make such a brazen claim.  Well, I had a test subject and his name was Ty, and you know what, one day my test subject decided to cheat!  Once he did, it was game time! Operation “Stop The Cheater” was in full effect and Fefe & I were ready to unleash a shock and awe campaign.

This is the post I had planned to write about regarding this weekend, before the Massacre at Mount Stinky Pants took place.

Children are extremely fickle creatures when concerning certain things, especially at younger ages.  This makes it difficult to stick with a simple routine for long.  Just when you think that you have it down pack, they’ll change up and it’s back to the drawing board.  But as parents, we quickly pick our heads up and fight through the confusion.  Confusion such as, the Elmo chair that your child has been sitting in everyday for the past 4 months has suddenly become his sworn enemy and can no longer be in the same room as him.  They change, we adapt; goodbye Elmo, it was fun while it lasted!

Ty looks ready to handle anything Tre throws at him

When I first found out that Fefe was pregnant with a new baby, a swarm of emotions fell upon me.  One of those emotions was fear, I was afraid of a lot of things, the amount of worrying that I did during that time was enormous.  I remember distinctively wondering how Ty would react to having a little brother.  I was afraid that he wouldn’t like him, would treat him mean, or even bully him because he was so small.  Ty had been alone for 3 years, how would he adjust to the transition?  Now almost two years later, looking back at those thoughts, I see that I was totally wrong.  Ty has got to be the world’s best big brother; he loves Tre dearly and would do anything for him.  It’s Tre who’s the problem; he’s the one I should have been worried about when I was having these thoughts two years ago.