The children have started to show their asses. During those first few years, a lot of the disciplinary issues we ran into were due more to a lack of understanding on our little angels’ parts than anything else. The children didn’t understand that the walls of our home weren’t blank canvases to create upon with their un-washable markers. They didn’t understand that grabbing something right out of someone’s … Continue reading I Am The Law?
Sometimes it feels like we’re raising our boy under a ticking clock. To some degree, every parent feels that way. We tend to judge ourselves by how quickly our kids reach certain milestones. The points at which our children start to walk, talk, read, etc. tend to set the standard by which we judge their progress, along with our own. It’s no different when you’re parenting a child … Continue reading The Ticking Clock
What have I learned in six years of fatherhood? That a good portion of parenting appears to consist of screwing up, doing your best to make sure your kids don’t see you screwing up, and praying that you do better the next time you think you’re about to screw up. I still find it mystifying that video games come with instruction guides but children don’t. … Continue reading I Screw Up A Lot
My boy had a rough time this morning. Allergy season always takes a heavy toll on him, but we’re usually able to get him back on his feet through judicious application of Zyrtec and Benadryl. That apparently isn’t going to be enough this year, with the pollen counts reaching in the quadrillions. This meant a trip to the pediatrician and a request for the only … Continue reading To Those Who Are Kind
Partly because of my job, and partly because of all the “millennial” frustration I see on-line everyday, I’ve come to a conclusion regarding my own kids: I have to love them enough to let them fail. Let me clarify. We all want the best for our kids. We want them to grow up happy, healthy, and most of all successful. We put a lot of … Continue reading Let Them Lose
I think something inside me has finally broken. My beloved wife likes to joke (at least I think she’s joking) that I spoil everything. This usually comes up in response to my habit of watching TV or movies with what I would refer to as an analytical eye. She just calls it pooping on everything. I can’t help myself. I watch something and I immediately … Continue reading Destroying Childhoods or Ruining What My Kids Make Me Watch
What’s the difference between parenting a child with special needs vs. one without? I struggled with that question when my boy was first diagnosed autistic. Him being our first born, I was still just trying to figure out parenting period. What do you do when your child has a condition you can hardly understand or identify with? It took me a long time, too damn … Continue reading The Only Difference