When we have children, we hope and pray that they live healthy, successful, and joyful lives. We hope they have tons of friends and are well liked, we hope that they accomplish all of their desires and dreams and we also hope that they love themselves as well as each other. Our family is pretty lucky, we’ve been blessed with 3 beautiful children who are having no problems at all achieving most of the bucket list items that I listed in the previous sentence. I say “most” because for some reason, we just can’t seem to get the whole “love thy neighbor” concept to properly take hold for our kids: and by “neighbor” I mean sibling and by “kids” I mean Tre. Tre just can’t seem to find that middle of the road balance, he’s either one extreme or the other. It’s black and white with this kid, where grey is apparently some abstract concept reserved for philosophers and others of such caliper. Previously, I wrote about the vicious battles between Tre and Ty, at times I think these two hate each other. But today, I bring you a very different tale, the flip side of the coin if you will; Tre loves his sister so much, that it is in fact quite sickening and boarding on illegal in 48 states.
Posted by Keith | Posted in Baby Guppy, KayKay | Posted on 05-02-2014
I hate baby monitors!!! What happened to the good old days, when if a baby wasn’t loud enough to be heard through two sets of closed doors and a flight of stairs, then there was nothing wrong with them? I attribute all the ills of this world that have been perpetrated by generation Z on baby monitors! They are the culprit, they are to blame, and they should be banned worldwide. I refuse to play big brother, constantly keeping an watchful eye over all of my child’s actions, any longer.
Posted by Keith | Posted in Advice, Baby Guppy, Family, Fefe | Posted on 01-11-2013
Today I told Fefe to hit the road. I made her pack her bags and head for the hills. I just couldn’t take it anymore, today makes 9 very long months since things just haven’t been the same between us and I’ve finally put my foot down; enough is enough, the BS ends here!
Who doesn’t love honeymooner’s right? I mean, they’re always smiling, constantly laughing, you can just feel the love beaming off of them. People enjoy being around honeymooners because energy is contagious and quite frankly, there’s no better energy to have than newfound love. With that being said, you guys should all be breaking your necks, rushing to be by my side; that’s because I’m currently on my 2rd honeymoon and it’s great. No, no, no, I don’t have secret wives stashed away somewhere that I keep on call for a “rainy” (translation: Fefe’s got a headache) day. And no Fefe and I aren’t fiscally irresponsible enough to have a 2nd honeymoon before we finished paying the bills from the first one. Speaking of which, we haven’t had an adult vacation in over 3 years; maybe tomorrow’s blog post will be a solicitation for babysitters, be sure to tune in for that. Okay, so I’m not a polygamous, also Fefe and I, haven’t faired to well trying to get rid of the kids on the black market so we can take countless vacations, so why am I imploring you all to come soak up my good vibes? To be honest, after I re-read this, I actually seem pretty crabby; this isn’t really a hold hands and sing kumbaya type of intro. But I promise you, I am extremely happy, and it’s all because of Baby Guppy.
I have a confession to make, I enjoy ratchet reality television. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good ole thought provoking television series (please bring “Lost” back) just as much as the next man, but there is something extraordinarily satisfying about sitting back with a cold drink in your hand and zoning out to some brain cell murdering reality TV. It’s the perfect response to a long hard day; it’s as if reality TV is the instrument I utilize to exact revenge on my troubled itinerary: screw you cold hard world, I’m logging off for the day. Can any of you relate? With a plethora of wholehearted ratchetness to choose from, one sticks out in particular: “Bad Girls Club”. With this show, you’re promised gut wrenching action, including numerous cat fights, arguments, and partial nudity (Fefe’s totally cool with it because it’s partial, now my Playboy magazines dating back to the 70’s are a different story). What’s not to love right? Well, I’m quickly learning that there is indeed very much to hate.
Posted by Keith | Posted in Activities, Advice, Baby Guppy, Family, Tre, Ty | Posted on 18-06-2013
We’re baaaaaacccckkkkkk, transmitting live from, wait this is more of a transmission than a broadcast, and it’s more so pre-recorded than live, so um, let’s just say this post is coming all the way from Ireland. And now that we can clearly see that that’s a lie; I actually started writing this post in Ireland, but the jetlag took over and basically what you saw until the sentence previous to this one was about as far as I got. I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve put a post out and I feel horrible about that. Really I do, you should see my face, it’s the face of a horrible feeling person, never mind the fact that I’m hungover from frolicking with the Irish, the horrible feeling is totally dedicated to you guys. Well I guess I wrote that line in Ireland as well, and apparently, it was another lie. Lies, lies, lies, I’m starting to feel a bit Obama-ish. Ouch, I didn’t mean that, Obama, you my boy!!! So now that the lies and excuses are out of the way, let’s jump straight into this post shall we?
Today, Gup turns 1 month old. WhooHoo, Yay, Par-Tay!!! Now that all of that is out of the way, let me inform you guys that the honeymoon phase is OVER! This past week or so has been a living nightmare and it can all be attributed to Ruler Gup. Yup, I say “ruler” because she rules this household with an iron fist. She says FEED ME, we say how much? She says ROCK ME, we say how fast? She says BUY ME THE NEW PS4 IN NOV, we say sure thing. Oh wait, sorry, got my “rulers” confused. That last request came from the previous monarch , who was ousted from power one month ago to this day. Even through all of her tyranny, she’s still my little princess and her beautiful eyes brighten my day; however, on nights like last night, I do find myself searching through her diaper bag, playpen, and crib, looking for a gift receipt that reads Kayla Leigh-Ann Robertson. Sure, go ahead, furrow your brow, smack your teeth, call me every name in the book; but until you’ve lived through the bewitching hour, you have no right to judge my gift receipt search!
Up until the birth of Baby Guppy aka Gup, I was under the impression that my boys were monstrosities of evil based on their dealing with each other; wait, let me clarify, I thought that Tre was a monstrosity of evil. Ty was just an unfortunate bystander, forced to protect and defend himself (usually unsuccessfully) by matching evil with evil. The levels of scheming, deceitfulness, and downright mean behavior started climbing off the charts and I began to question if we needed to move to Philadelphia in hopes of getting any brotherly love in our home. Tre reached an all-time low a few mere weeks before Gup’s birth and I was terrified that the
torture treatment of his brother would be transferred to her once she arrived.
Posted by Keith | Posted in Baby Guppy, Family, Fefe, New Addition | Posted on 14-02-2013
Baby Guppy is here, she’s been here for nearly two weeks now and it has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. If you recall, she wasn’t suppose to enter this world until Feb 22nd, however, as you can tell little Miss Kayla Leigh-Ann Robertson decided that it was her time to shine and that no womb would hold her back. She was born on February 1, 2013 at 7:24PM, weighing 4lbs. 4oz. and 17in long. Since that day I have been in complete bliss and have been enjoying every moment of her precious little life.
Posted by Keith | Posted in Baby Guppy, Fefe, Grandparents, Holidays | Posted on 09-01-2013
A LOT has happened in the past few weeks, there’s been so much going on, that my computer and I nearly got a divorce due to the fact that we’ve spent next to zero minutes together recently. Let’s see, a quick rundown: My mom came to visit, Fefe’s Dad came to visit, we had Christmas, we had Tre’s birthday, New Year’s celebrations, plays, date nights, and the list goes on and on. But the most memorable moment of the past few weeks by far is the day I almost died. Could you imagine what your lives would be like had you lost your favorite Daddy blogger to a freak accident? I know, you can’t fathom the thought, so let’s move on and discuss my experience of flirting with the Grimm Reaper.