Dad Life: Family

Life As A Stay At Home Dad

This may come as a shock to some of you, but I have found out something incredibly important… my calling in life is not, I repeat, is NOT to be a stay at home dad.  I mean Oh… My… Goodness.  This past Saturday Lindsay was out of commission over some stomach bug thing and by 11:30 my resolve was already wearing thin.  No truer words are about to be written: All you stay at home and single parents, I have no clue how you do it.  You deserve much more credit, praise, and help than you are getting.
My Saturday morning is usually a quite and relaxing morning for me, but when you are sent a barrage of texts from your wife about some “issues” she is dealing with, it makes for a unique start to the day and cues me up to know that I will be pulling a little more of the weight that day.  I think it should also be said from the beginning that I may not be the most nurturing person in the world, but we’ll get back to that later.
For the most part, Saturday started off without a hitch.  Lindsay wasn’t in dire straits and I was still able to take Sam to a Touch-A-Truck event in downtown Kennesaw.  I was super impressed with him because it only took about twenty minutes for him to warm up and touch all sorts of trucks and police cars.  He also got ton’s of free swag, including two balloons, because  in the midst of him reaching for a bike to play on, he released the first balloon to float magically away.

After getting all the stickers his shirt could hold, and stuffing his face with popcorn and his pockets with toys, we headed home.  As soon as I got home it was as if the wheels started to fall off.  I had to feed Emma her lunch, Sam became super talkative, I wonder where he got that from, Sam wanted a million and one things for lunch, Lindsay needed me to bring her something because she was feeling queasy, my stomach was growling, Emma was probably getting fussy, and as I looked around the house just seemed to be getting messier by the second.  Did I mention that it wasn’t even noon yet.
After lunch, I had to figure out something to do with both kids until I put them down for “naps.”  From after lunch, until I drove to Chick-fil-A to get Lindsay her chicken noodle soup for dinner, I have no idea what happened.  I mean I quite literally think the trauma of it all has blocked it from my memory. All I can seem to put together is that I Sam and I made something resembling meatloaf for dinner.

As the meatloaf was cooking in the oven, I took the kids to Chick-fil-A to get Lindsay her dinner and when I got back my world immediately got crazy once again.  The meatloaf was done 15 minutes early and I’m truly glad it didn’t burn. Since meatloaf must sound disgusting to kids I convinced Sam that it was really meatballs that we had made and he gobbled it all up.  During all of that is when I was trying to make dinner for myself and Emma and try to put the place back together.  As all of this is going down I hear Lindsay come down stairs, grab the T.V. tray grab her soup… oh yah, the soup I forgot to bring upstairs, and march slightly angrily back upstairs because I had completely forgotten to bring her her dinner.
The only thing that covered up that sin of forgetting Lindsay’s dinner is the fact that she got to watch me struggle more than usual as Emma was doing gymnastics as I tried to get her ready for her bath.
Now I know to some of you reading this little blog of mine that this is all old hat and you deal with it every day.  I realize some of you are laughing and saying “Finally, he knows that the #StruggleIsReal.”  I personally have no idea how my wife, and many others, deal with this every day.  I am so thankful for Lindsay and the fact that I get to go deal with adults everyday.
Lord, bless all these amazing stay at home and single parents because you know they need  it.

Dad Life: Family

Playing In The Dirt Again

Let me be clear from the beginning, I definitely do not have a green thumb, and that is reason numero uno of why I did what I did. I brought out the big help and made my son work in the yard. Child labor? I think not. He was the one directing me and threatening me with a yellow shovel the whole time if I even thought of stopping to take a break.
For the past year, we have had a multitude of bushes in front of our house.  The bushes were the farthest thing from being uniform as there was no size or shape that was similar, and there were about three different varieties of bushes.  I should also mention that about 4 or 5 of the bushes were dead or dying.  Like I said, no green thumb.

This year I decided to use some of our hard earned tax money to create a different landscape.  A landscape that favored my skills and saved me from pretending to prune and shape these dying bushes in the Summer.  At first, Lindsay was against the idea, but my stubbornness won out, and she is happy to say that for once… I was right in pushing through.

It felt so good to play in the dirt for an entire day.  I stinkin love gardening now.  It is just so exhilarating ripping up plants from the earth, digging holes, much like Shia LaBeouf, and plunging your hand into fertilizer and having it smell like poop for the rest of the evening. I mean it truly is a dream.  It also helps when you have the cutest helper.

With all of the expert advice from Pikes and Sam’s hardest working helper…Pop’s, who came to help finalize plant placement and show this young gun how to properly plant, I think our front looks worlds better.
Now, heres to hoping that all that hard work doesn’t go up in flames this Summer.

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No Ticker-Tape-Parade

Just the other day I accomplished my goal of getting to a certain weight. Yep, it was just about two months after my original victory date, but hey… I stinkin accomplished that goal and I should have been overjoyed.
Yes, should have been is what I just said.  Now don’t get imagesme wrong, I am super pumped that I reached the goal, but when I reached it there was no confetti that dropped from the ceiling, no balloons to kick around like a happy Bill Clinton, no banner with my before and after picture swung into view, and I didn’t win any show like “America’s Biggest Fatty” ( I only watch Hulu, Netflix, and The Bachelor so forgive me for not knowing the name of the show).
It was a strange feeling because once I hit the goal, my mind went to, “Well, what’s next?”  I know we all do that. Instead of being pumped with the accomplishment, we have a five second celebration and then try and work out what’s next.  The Fitbit app. I use to track my stats even told me to set a new goal right away. I mean how coconuts is that?
After having time to think over all of this and what God has been showing me this new year, I am reminded that when we create goals that are focused just on us, they are so pathetic and weak.  We need to think generationally as Stephen Mansfield talks about in his book, The Search for God and Guinness.  When we start to do that, we start to focus on something bigger than ourselves like as it talks about in Matthew 6:33 “Seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.”
What makes the fact that I accomplished my goal important is that it has built a foundation of health for me personally.  It also matters because as no confetti dropped from the ceiling, I was reminded of the real purpose of becoming more healthy and sacrificing so much to get there, and that is so I will be able to do whatever, whenever, with my kids.


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Sweet Sweet Balentines Day

Now I know this post is coming over a week after Valentines day has ended, but I just had to share my son’s cuteness, the experiences my wife created, and the fact that I may be just a teensy bit jealous of my son.
Jealous about what you ask? Well, let me break it down for you. Remember back in the day when nothing ever went wrong and we went to our favorite place in the world…school? Well on Valentines day I am sure that we all remember going to school thrilled because we knew that we were going to be getting awesome Valentines from all of the kids in class. Sometimes you struck gold, depending on the size of your class. And yes, I may have just a teensy bit of a longing for those much sweeter and simpler times where you gave your special valentines an extra heart sticker. Ahhhhh, true wuv.

Outside of my jealousy, I must say that I am really loving the stage of life that my son is in, and the fact that he is so into helping.  The Saturday before Valentines day Lindsay brought out the Pillsbury Dough Boy cupcake mix and icing and made some cupcakes with lovely pink frosting and red and white heart shaped sprinkles. I wish I could post a video, but I have the basic wordpress subscription. It was of Sam pressing the Dough Boy’s belly because I taught him how to do the “whooooo whooooo” and “heeeee heeeee” sound.  It was so much fun and he did such a great job helping bake the cupcakes and creating his Valentines for his class.

One of the last things we did was we shared some of his creations with our neighbors and brightened some folks’ day.  It really is just the best thing in the world living in such a great neighborhood with fantastic neighbors.  #Blessed.

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Shockingly, I'm Alive

I am not sure how I am still alive after my last endeavor of fixing something at our house.
It all started when my wife mentioned that our kitchen’s chandelier lights needed to be replaced.  Not that big of a deal except that all of the lights were out at the same time and that just never happens.  So I, being the big macho man that I am, decided that instead of trying the easy fix and replacing the light bulbs, I ended up going to the circuit breaker to turn off the power and look at the wires.
After about fifteen minutes of turning on and off all the switches trying to find which circuit the lights were tied into, I finally found it… or so I thought.  Well I loosened the plate on the ceiling, brought down the wires, and started to switch some things around. With each possible fix, I went to the breaker and flipped the switch only to have Lindsay tell me that it still wasn’t working.  After a good thirty minutes of playing around with the wires, I reconnected everything, as it was before I went all macho, and started messing with the wires and got a lightbulb so that I could try the easy solution that I knew just wouldn’t work.
Since I had the breaker off while I was messing around getting the wires back to how they were all connected before I started, I thought I might as well replace the lightbulb and then go switch on the breaker.  As I twisted the lightbulb in, something funny happened…it turned on.
It turned out that I had been messing around with live, possibly could have killed me or seriously hurt me, wires for the past thirty minutes.  I still have no Idea how I wasn’t shocked, electrocuted to death, or at least badly burned or injured.  My hands were all up in them wires and somehow I am alive to tell about it.
Pro Tip: When fixing something at your house, especially something potentially very dangerous, don’t bother starting with the simple solution, instead, try the most time consuming and difficult solution you can think of.
The icing on the cake of this near death experience is that in trying to figure out which circuit this light was on, I managed to blow a fuse in one of my garage door motors as I flipped the switches on and off.  It caused me to be late to work the next day because I had to finagle getting my car out of the garage with no power to the door.  Also, I had the pleasure of spending $176.70 on getting it fixed, but I did buy a new keypad so that we could open our doors without remotes when we go on our family walk.