I’m Clueless on How To be a Dad

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. DSCN6493

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


First Father and Son Project – Bird House

So I got this summer idea off the net somewhere and figured it would be a great project to get my son started on building things with his hands. With no plans or idea of what to do we went to Menard. Not the brightest ideas but it was a way to get the proverbial ball rolling.

I used the guise that it was for her father who was visiting for the weekend. That meant the project was getting the green light. Continue reading

Just like the DMZ I drew a line this week

I’m sure not as drastic as it seems but I did stick by my word when I told my mother-in-law no this weekend. This weekend was one that a lot of parents will know of and maybe even fear. Standing up to the In-Laws and not bending to them. Is never really mentioned in parent help books but definitely needs to be in the very first chapters.


What Happened

The weekend started off as a gathering for her father’s birthday so there were a lot of family members. Which already is a stressful event in it self. So I played nice all day long thinking everything was fine and dandy until later when I found out two days later what I was doing was wrong. Like always I kept myself busy by doing the normal things to pass time there which is playing with the kids and helping anyone who needs it.

If you read my earlier post Stop giving my kids Candy! he was given 3 sodas by his grandparents, the last time he had one was when they were visiting us about a month and a half ago.

The first day is always the easiest to survive. The day started off regular with no bumps. But just like every parent has seen before this undisciplined mental patient replaced my son when he Continue reading