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Mother’s Day

5/12/19 – Sunday – Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day. That’s the first thing I said to mom when she joined me and the kids in the basement a smidge after 8am. The boys and I were enjoying Clif bars and watching Vampire Weekend perform on Friday night’s Jimmy Kimmel. We had her presents and cards ready for her to open. She got a new band and battery for her Shinola and a fancy scale. Her weight has been inching upward so it was time for a not so gentle reminder to get that shit in check. Haha. Actually, the old scale has been giving some odd read outs lately and I’ve been telling her to stop freaking out about the scale and that it’s only a number and all that. It was the source of an argument earlier in the week so I thought the scale would be a good way to bury the hatchet. Plus she’s pregnant, so she’s going to want to monitor the upward poundage.

Oh snap, I buried the lead. Yes kids, mom is pregnant. But you don’t know it yet. Today we told Mimi and Poppa and Nana. We’re going to wait to tell you until after the first doctors appointment. We’re doing this because if something bad were to happen we couldn’t bear to see your sadness. And we really couldn’t bear telling you. So, fingers crossed all goes well and we’ll be telling you in a few weeks. I’m excited and nervous to bring some more offspring to the world. You’ll be great big brothers.

I was ansty all day today. I’m blaming the second cup of coffee I had in the morning before we went to church. I couldn’t relax. I think no matter how much I did it would’ve felt like it wasn’t enough. As always it was a huge hassle getting the boys out of the house. Nobody was listening, I was running around with my hand in the air threatening spankings like I was doing a jazz dance number. Mom was annoyed I wasn’t moving fast enough. Plus with it being her day she shouldn’t be the one to have to kick it in to overdrive to get us in the car. I finally get you both on the front porch and H pisses his self. I’d been so pumped when H pooped on the potty earlier I decided it was no pull up time, even at church. Mom: “You sure?”. Me: “Yup. He’s a big boy now.” Cut to mom changing him while I cower off to get J in the van.

At church I was kind of paying attention, but not feeling it as much as I normally do. I got glassy eyed when the Pastor mentioned his dead mom and talked about the mother hen as enforcer, protector, and doer of the family. But I didn’t drop any discernible tears like I normally would. Then after church we went to the neighborhood bar for brunch. Usually it’s pretty good but it took an hour for the food and they kept forgetting stuff. H pooped on the potty at the restaurant though!

You both fell asleep on the way home and while you were sleeping mom showed mimi the positive pregnancy tests. I recorded it. It was pretty funny. Mimi said: “You peed on these?”. Then I got some chicken marinating and went outside to do a little yardwork after Facetiming Nana to tell her the good news.

The real question is what should I be doing when I’m feeling anxious like today. The new house is much bigger so the yardwork will take a lot longer. I think I’m going to hire someone to do the yardwork though. There are better uses for all this anxious energy. Like writing. That’s what I’ll do. I’m going to change the names and make this more generic, then I’m going to start a WordPress site. I’m going to write 4-5 times per week, allot money for marketing, and keep pushing until I have enough visitors to generate advertising on my page. I’ll also start a sister site where I’ll post my crazy stuff from college. Yikes. Gonna have to tone that stuff down a bit. It’s called a side hustle and I need one that doesn’t involve house projects. Right now I’m going to get started on season seven of Game of Thrones. The hardcore tenacity will have to wait. But it will be done!!

I’m Here for You

5/8/19 – Wednesday

Celtics season is over today. Bucks won in five. A Star is Born was pretty shitty. In the morning when I drop you boys off at daycare I always tell you to have fun and be nice to people. Lately I’ve been throwing in listen to your teachers and give everything 100% effort, but I don’t want to muddle the message too much. Have fun and be nice to people pretty much covers it.

I think a lot about how much I love you boys. Usually after I drop you off and I’m in the car on the way to work after the teachers have had to peel you off of me. I don’t want to leave you either. I want to take you out of there and go to the zoo. I imagine how your day might go. This morning I heard one of the kids tell J he liked his new haircut and that he looked handsome. You boys are out there in the world of daycare every day. I worry you get sad. The teachers say you get happy as soon as I leave, but I’m sure you have moments during the day when you wish you could just be with mom and dad instead of with all those people you don’t know as well. I have those moments too. I was always pretty sensitive. Like if my mom was the last one to pick me up I’d get sad. And I used to wish my Dad didn’t work so late. Sometimes he’d get home from work early on Friday and play HORSE with us. I want you to know that even if I’m not there all the time, you’re my number one priority in this world. I’ll take care of the expected stuff like food, clothes, and shelter, but I’ll also show you how to have fun, work hard, and be nice to people. Beyond that, it’s mostly up to you. I’ll get into whatever you’re into and help where I can. I hope you’re comfortable telling me how you’re feeling about things. I might not be able to help you, but I can always give you a hug. Tonight, I was staring into H’s eyes as he was laying in his bed. He kept his gaze right on me and we had a good old staring contest. You’re not a mind reader, but my eyes were telling you I love you and I’ve got you.

Tubby Time

4/30/19 – Tuesday

It’s 9:09 PM, halftime of the Celtics-Bucks game. Celts trail by four. J is departing my room after a thunder induced visit. There’s a steady rain and the occasional thunder clap, pretty peaceful if you ask me. I’m more worried that he hasn’t pooped since Saturday. Looks like he’s holding in a belly full of shit. I gave the boys tubbies tonight and they were acting insane afterward per usual. The routine at the end of the tubby is they lay down in the tub side by side until the water drains out. Then I restart the water to rinse off the suds by dousing them with water from big bubba keg cup. They like getting their nuts splashed. Then there’s a struggle to see who can be the first one out of the tub, with J winning tonight. I bundle them both up like burritos in their towels, then they run around screaming until the towels fall off. Tonight they were showing off their booties.

Then they were playing their guitars singing a song about cheese and tacos. It took a long time of them not listening to a word I said to finally get them settled. We read The Incredibles and Monsters University from the Disney book in J’s room. I’ve put in a no Cars 2 rule the last couple days because I’m so sick of it. I got H down by sitting cross legged in his room and humming the go to sleep song. Now I’m going to get back to the Celts game.

About Them

J, you’re five and H, you’re three, so I guess whatever happened in your life to this point will remain a mystery. It should go without saying that I love you as much as I love anything in the world. The kind of love that when I think about it, it makes me cry, because it’s too much.

J, I would say you’re a bit more cautious than H. You’ve only been to the ER once and H has already been thrice. We took you when you had a virus and high fever when you were a baby. If it were up to me, you’d have zero ER trips but mom wanted to make sure you were okay. You’re the type of five year old that doesn’t mind doing his own thing. You don’t like taking orders. You’re good at getting other people to do what you want to do, you get that from Mom. You care deeply for the people in your life. Last week when we left Nana’s you cried because you were going to miss her. You tell me you’re sorry my Dad died and that you miss him. Tonight when mom had to leave for a business trip, four hugs goodbye wasn’t enough and you cried when she closed the door (After I pried you away from it). You’re really smart. You are good with numbers and really into maps. You say “I know that” a lot when I tell you something. I’m not sure if you really know or just don’t want anyone to think you don’t know. Mom and I are working on tougher discipline for you. If we say no treat, tv, or tablet, we’re trying to follow through. It’s hard, part of me wants to give you everything you want and the other part wants you to do as your told. Tough love with a heavy dose of love I guess.

H, you’re a snugglebuddy. You love to cuddle, kiss, and hug. You smile all the time. You make really funny faces. You do everything your big bro does. You’re a tough cookie, but you’ve had some accidents that have landed you in the ER 3 times. The first time you were around 1.5 and you got into the recycling and sliced your finger on the top of soup can. It was first thing in the morning and I was on the shitter. Mom rushed in with you and that index finger bleeding all over the place. That was a fine how do you do! I think you had to get around seven stitches for that one. It took four nurses and me to hold you down, plus enough drugs to knock down a seven year old before the doctor could get to sewing. The second time was a month ago. You, me, and J were playing Transformers on my bed and I fell back on you awkwardly. It knocked the wind out of you and you couldn’t catch your breath. I remember your face being frozen like you were trying to cry but no noise was coming out. Then as I hugged you and tried to comfort you, you went limp in my arms. I laid you down and the blood drained from your face. You had fainted, but I didn’t know what had happened so I yelled to Mom and she called 911. By the time the police, fire truck, and ambulance got here you were coming out of it. Mom had me take J out of the room because he was so scared, so I didn’t get to see you come to. I had never been more scared. We went to the ER to be safe and they confirmed it was a “vasovagal” response to not being able to catch your breath. Needless to say, Daddy is now done with all forms of horseplay. No more horsey rides, transformer fighting, or body slams. The third trip happened yesterday. We were in S.C. last weekend for Easter and you fell and skinned your knee while playing with the cousins. Nana cleaned it up and we didn’t think anything of it. At school this past Wednesday – Friday the teachers said you were complaining of your knee hurting. Your limp got worse and worse. Mom thought the bumps that were starting to form around your cut were a sign it was infected. She was right. I called the doctor on Saturday morning, and the doctor sent us to the ER to get it checked out. You had a 103 fever. Luckily the infection hadn’t spread to your joints. That would’ve meant we’d have had to stay at the hospital longer on an antibiotic IV. As it was, they gave you fluids and a little antibiotic in an IV and then sent you on your way. Now you’re taking oral antibiotics three times a day (Keflex). I should’ve watched the cut more closely and been more vigilant about keeping it clean. You can blame me for two out of your three ER trips. I don’t think you would though, you don’t seem like the type to hold grudges. You’re a fun-loving, laid back dude. You always want to help mom and dad with our chores.