A Break

I just wanted to announce that I will be taking a break from writing here for a bit.  My back and neck are going making it too painful (painful is not quite the right word, but I have a tough time describing the weird sensations even to my P.T.) to sit or stand for long periods of time, and I am trying focus on being more active in my town and doing more rehabbing on my neck to get everything back to where it should be.  On the plus side, my P.T. doesn’t think it is chronic, so I should get back to normal within the next couple months.  A friend has started working on the parks committee in my little town here, and I think I might attempt to get involved as well, as I have had conversations with a large handful of young parents, and I seem to have a decent amount of support for my ideas.  At the very least, I would have more of a voice as to how this little town could be shaped, and throw more support to others who also come up with interesting ideas for improvement.  It would also be something new to try.  Thanks for reading.



My wife’s parents sent me a Chicago Bears time showing apparatus for Christmas.  My daughter was excited.  “Go Bears! Clock!” she said when I opened it.  “BIG clock!” she said.  “I wuuuv big clock.”  When it came time for bed the next night, after hugs and kisses, she pointed at the time showing apparatus again, and said, “Kiss clock? I want hug clock!  Nuh Night clock!”

Big haha noises from our mouths.  I hope she doesn’t discuss it outside of the house, though.  Not sure other if humans might appreciate the humor.  SHE is an innocent kid, yet.

Merry Christmas!



The Best Part of Waking Up…..

I am not a morning person. I prefer sunsets to sunrises, and the quiet stillness to the cheerful bustle.  (Wow. I wonder if that parallels my ongoing battles with depression. Interesting.) As a person who has a small child and a wife that prefers mornings, though…….

T is waking up lately with very strong opinions of how the next 15 minutes will go. Most of the time it’s moy (food). Sometimes she wants to take a walk, or play.  This morning?  Boys.

I didn’t sleep through ten years did I?  It is still 2015, I hope?  She was insistent, though.  “Boys! Boys! BOOOOOOYYYYYSSS!”

I am at a loss.

I think I’m going back to sleep for another ten years.  I don’t want to deal with this yet.

Or ever.

An Updated Toddler Translator 2

Sawwy: Sorry

Teeya: T.V.

Cacka: Cracker

Mimi: Grandma (my mom) (still working on my mother-in-law.  Nay Nay is is the pronounced way that the other grandkids call her.  T-Bear is still practicing a bit.)

Kahk: Clock (Embarrassing when she says it in public.)

Wah Wah Pins: water plants (she likes to help in the yard. watering, picking weeds, picking up twigs, she’s a happy volunteer.)

Hup Pweese:  Help Please!

Butt Tash: Mustache


Dump: Jump

Fy: Fly

I Fy: Butterfly

Bee:  Any other insect

She also the the funniest. most incredulous “Whaaaaaaat?” if you sing lyrics wrong to her.  There are a handful of songs that we sing at her toddler time at the public library.  If you change the words, she will say “Whhaaaaaaaat?” and stop singing.  It’s awesome.

An Updated Toddler Translator (Because Toddler Talk Is Fun)

You will notice a lack of L’s and G’s. Still working on those.

RayRo Dosh = Rainbow Dash (from My Little Pony)

Acko Jack = Apple Jack (also MLP)

I Pie = Pinky Pie  (also MLP.  She has a MLP backpack and she can point them out by name)

sa sas = raisins

Moy = food

num nums = oatmeal (with blueberries)

Ee Ah = Monkey

Ha Hop = Rabbit

Ba Bock = Chicken

Iss (plural isses) = Horse

Cago = Popcicle

Bah = Bear  (If combined with Cago, then it’s Chicago Bears.)

Foot Bol = Football

Baoon = balloon

Bocky = Broccoli (She loves it!)

Bwoo = Blue

Yeh Yoh = Yellow

Mean Mun = Minion

Jiss = Juice

Mook (like book) = Milk

Cha Mook = Chocolate Milk

Dakoo = Thank You

Pwease = Please

Pay = Play

Ees = Swing

Ahhyaahhyaahyahyee = Amelie (her bestie)

Of course, she does say a lot of words rather well.  She can point out the letters s, o, c, and e with very few mistakes, and would watch Finn all day if I let her (Adventure Time).  She has told me, “I wuv Finn.” randomly, and she loves to sing.  I need to get some of this on tape to let her listen to someday.  More to come….

A Mash-up of Mischief and Mush

Buetterfly Faerie

If it wasn’t for things like this ^^^^  I think I would be losing my mind right about now.  I often wonder if every parent has been as confident as we were that the terrible toddler tantrums would skip this household.  My child is wonderfully sweet, never failing to nuzzle my nose, give me a kiss and a massive hug that I wish she would never release me from every night before she goes to bed.

A Clockwork Orange?

But the mischievous grin pops up way too often.  That mind is working on some master plan, whether it involves asking for milk only to swerve to J-U-I-C-E once the fridge opens, or insisting on a walk ten minutes before the bedtime routine starts.  She is too crafty for her own good.  Of course, if all else fails (or sometimes, just because) she turns into an unintelligible whining, crying, lump of toddler, and nothing but time cures her.  She refuses to play, won’t go outside, won’t cuddle, won’t eat, won’t drink.  She’s stubborn.  Very stubborn.  More than her stubborn mother and stubborn me combined.

The progress of a little mind is still fun to watch, and combined with the cuteness and cuddly mornings, I think maybe we will keep her.  Her rendition of Old McDonald is fun, and she loves to strum her little guitar and create her own songs, too.  She can count to 4, and her vocabulary is growing steadily.  As her creativity takes giant steps forward, mine has taken some steps backwards.  It might be awhile before my next post, as I think I am going to take my experiences to paper for a bit before turning in something more than just a life update.


If you leap awake in the mirror of a bad dream
And for a fraction of a second, you can’t remember where you are
Just open your window and follow your memory upstream
To the meadow in the mountain where we counted every falling star

I believe the light that shines on you will shine on you forever
And though I can’t guarantee there’s nothing scary hiding under your bed
I’m gonna stand guard like a postcard of a golden retriever
And never leave ‘til I leave you with a sweet dream in your head

I’m gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you’ll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you

Trust your intuition
It’s just like goin’ fishin’
You cast your line and hope you get a bite
But you don’t need to waste your time
Worryin’ about the marketplace
Try to help the human race
Struggling to survive its harshest night

I’m gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you’ll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you

I’m gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you’ll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Loved his daughter more than I love you

© 2006 Words and Music by Paul Simon

I love you, Sunshine.  Daddy is your biggest fan.