We use very hurtful nicknames for our kids. I call my 7 year old “Fatboy” and my 2 year old “Chubbs”. I don’t say it to be mean but that’s just the nick name that stuck with them. And for a while there my 7 year old really liked Fatboy Tobacco till he found out what Tobacco was (we saw it on a sign one day while we were in a different city.) So he rather just have it as Fatboy since he really likes it.
Now once again I have to mention that I love my sons more than life, again before someone gets mad at me. My girlfriend is still working on her Masters in counseling or something like that, Continue reading
I love my sons and I make it a point to tell them all the time. That doesn’t mean I need to watch them like a hawk or even worse, as a helicopter parent. Much like Lizzie Heiselt who just wrote a nice piece about leaving her 7-year-old at home by himself, I do the same. I have steadily done that ever since he was in Kindergarten.
From what I can tell from the people I follow on here or articles I read on being a dad. Most of the time we all are just trying not to screw it up.
The most recent information we got was from my girlfriend’s father about my son’s behavioral problems in school. Just like a wise old man he said Continue reading
I ran across this steaming pile of nugget called 10 Reasons Why You Should Teach Your Sons To Pee Sitting Down written by dadcamp. Blogging to me is an act of self relief, so any opinion shared on a blog shouldn’t be judged to harsh. I really don’t care if you say the world is orange, just don’t try to push that color on me. I respect everyone’s ideas equally but somethings just set me off and I have to vent about them.
I don’t really know why this post got to me so much but I read it a week ago and still haven’t closed the tab. Maybe cause I didn’t want to come out by telling this guy that he’s wrong on everything that came out of his mouth or maybe because I wanted some time to actually think of what to say without being angry
Like most men out there it really isn’t an issue that we fight for or that we let just slip by that is until someone tells us that we might be doing it wrong (for some reason vegans come to mind). Now how dadcamp raises his sons is up to him and his partner. But the problem I have with it is how he tries to reason it for everyone else. I wasn’t part of the early beginnings of my first son’s life, but when I got here I could immediately see that a single woman was raising him (as if I didn’t know already).
Once in a while my
dear sweet girlfriend/mother of my children gets all huffy and puffy from work and decides to take it out on me. I know it’s not about me it’s more about work frustration then anything else.
Just as in most households the most talked about subject in relationships in money, and just like a snowball it gets
better worse from there. Now I would like to stop for a second and let you know that these “discussions” are just that. Not fighting, just us talking in a healthy fashion about what worries we have and how we can fix those worries. I believe this is what you call maturity relationship discussions.
This thing about these little discussions happen a little too much almost at least once a week. Which isn’t bad because I think it’s brought on by the fact that we are on a tight budget but not at the point where we have to pinch pennies, but also not at the point where all of our debt paid off . What’s great about it is that it helps us teach our children about not wasting anything. We don’t go into detail about finances with our sons but I explain things to him about waste. Not to take a bite out of an apple and say that he doesn’t want it
, like his mother.
It makes me feel almost as if I was the bad guy waiting till she gets home to give her the bad news or bills that have come in for the day. Or worse the house snitch, telling on my sons behavior all day. But to tell you the truth she’s horrible with keeping a schedule or budget so I really don’t mind keeping track of things if it helps us all out.