Potaytoes or Potaughtoes

My spelling is probably terrible, and the pronunciation really doesn’t matter, but you don’t get to blog about potatoes very often so I had to lead with that.

Anyway, last night as my bride and I got ready to out ourselves to bed, we noticed that one of our children had left us each a raw potato on our pillow. Her’s was in a Tupperware with the top on it and mine was on a plate. Ella denied any involvement when asked and Miles just smiled. When Miles rolled into our room this morning, he asked if we got our potatoes but still wouldn’t offer and explanation.

So we got potatoes and we don’t have a clue why. And this is one if the many mysteries of parenthood…

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Help a daddy out…

After taking Ella to the local water park today, I quickly learned that the majority of the human race does not lack self confidence.

I understand there are different body types. And sure, be proud of what the good Lord gave you if you choose. But just know there is a time and place for everything. After a trip to the local water park, I don’t feel as though I need to be prepared to tell my 5 year old about a lower appendage that belongs to a certain humped desert animal. Or about things that keep escaping from the very bondage that is meant to hold them in place. This is a conversation that I am not ready to have yet, and I would appreciate it if the world would be understanding of this and help me out. Thanks.

A Few Confessions of a Dad…

1). It is harder to say no to our little girl than it is our little boy. Fair or not, it is the truth. We want to raise him to be tough, but struggle with letting her be anything but our little princess.

2). We don’t like to punish you. We do it because we want you to learn early that there are consequences with every decision we make.

3). Sometimes we sing Disney tunes while you aren’t in the car. Once we realize this, we stop immediately and crank up Avenged Sevenfold. Loud. Very loud.

4). When you are asleep in the car, it is difficult to take the rearview mirror off of you and put it back on the road.

5). We try to act tough for you and for your mommy, but somethings do break out hearts. We just act tough until you aren’t around.

6). Sometimes we want to physically hurt a three year old kid when they hurt you. But we know we can’t.

Understanding Boys

32 seconds. I settled in to the back bedroom, after letting my wife know that I was out of commission for a couple hours, and 32 seconds later I reappeared. I ran through the house screaming. My little boy chased me, screaming as well. My little girl was sitting on the couch coloring. Once I returned to the bedroom, my little girl asked Leslie what was wrong with me. After Leslie told her what I was watching, she simply said “Boys….I just don’t understand them.”

It was an hour and a half later before I reappeared again. With three kids, I usually don’t get time like this, but this time I did. After an hour and a half, I let out a loud sigh of aggravation. This was completely ignored by everyone. About 4 minutes later, my wife again heard clapping and cheering. Ten more minutes of silence, then there were a couple of claps of relief and I returned to the living room.

We enjoyed the rest of our night together. The kids took baths and watched their bedtime cartoon before being tucked in. Once they went down, my wife and I picked up around the house a bit before settling in and catching up on a little TV ourselves before turning in for the night.

Nobody asked because they knew. The final was U.S. 2-Ghana 1. This is World Cup Soccer at my house…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Go USA!

And my little girl still doesn’t understand boys. And I’m okay with that, because though she doesn’t know it yet, I know that she never really will.

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The Simple Things

It has been a pretty uneventful Father’s Day, but to be honest, that is the way I prefer things.

After returning late from the beach last night, the whole family got up and went to church.

I got to talk to my dad and I will probably get to spend some time with him tomorrow. I’m blessed to have a dad that I can still talk to and see often.

I’ve got a 5 year old little girl that told me today, tomorrow, and the next day would be Father’s Day and that she would get me whatever I wanted (examples she gave: food, drink, remote). But then after that, she said I’m on my own again.

I’ve got a 3 year old little boy that acts like it is the first time he has ever seen me every time I walk into the house, and after giving me a giant hug, he announces to everybody else “daddy’s home.”

I’ve got a 1 year old little boy that seeks me out when he is tired because he knows I will stop whatever I am doing and bounce him until he (or we) falls asleep (this benefits both of us).

I’m blessed with a wonderful wife that is a great mommy to our kids.

We are surrounded by family that loves and cares for us as well as for our kids and we are reminded daily of that.

I’m blessed way more than I deserve, and the simple things are a daily reminder of that.

Happy Father’s Day to all the great dads in the world. I hope you had a blessed day.

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