Man this has been a crazy week. I have a lot of big changes going on in my life all at once. I've been doing a pretty good job this year of keeping my business to myself & only giving up info when necessary. I am usually an open book, but being so open usually gets me into trouble or drama. I am drama free right now & loving it. I've been keeping my self productively busy at work, school, home & in my personal life. Every day I make something happen. So I am patting myself on the back for a great start to the first quarter of 2011.
On with it! Here I go. So this week has been CRAZY! I had a paper & test due this week, the boys mom has been sick (she NEVER gets sick), I've been out of commission for a few days due to a pulled muscle in my lower back, my youngest busted his head open at school & had to be rushed to the emergency room & my oldest lost his DSI & the brand new game I JUST bought him last week!! GASP! Due to all of this I had to miss a day of work & both of my classes. I've been working on managing my frustrations with minor bumps especially the once that are concerning my children. I mean these are great boys! They make me proud every day! Shoot, just last week, I got their report cards & MAN what great reports. Both teachers gushed over how great both read (both are the top readers in their class!), both excel in math & both get along with all of the kids in class & follow directions. I don't have bad kids. I mean Isaiah can be a handful & Daevon can be sneaky but neither are what I consider bad. So the events of this week made it hard for me NOT to hit the panic button.
Lets start with Isaiah's busted coconut. Like I said, Isaiah can be a handful. That boy is all over the place. He is very hyper. What I like to call a "boy boy". He jumps all over the furniture, colors all outside the lines! plays too rough with his brother & makes a mess when he eats. I was the exact same way! So I can't get annoyed with him. Last week he wasn't listening to my sister & got punished. This week, he was playing carelessly & banged his little head against the jungle gym during recess. He said "the bottom of the jungle gym got smaller & he should have ducked lower". I said, Uh NO you are getting taller & need to pay attention to your surroundings. He looked so confused. In his mind, he is & will always be that small size. SMH, kids! Anyway, so I took him to the hospital & told him that we had to get his bloody head looked at so his brains stopped oozing out. He was so worried & asked "what happens if my brains keep coming out?. I told him he'd become a mindless zombie. He yelled "FIX IT DADDY!" HEEELARIOUS! So while the doctor took a look, she saw that the cut was large enough to require 1 staple. He closed his eyes tight, grabbed the nurses hand tight & prepared to cry once the staple pierced his scalp. The doctor looked at me worried because I opted not to get the numbing shots which would be 3 times more painful than the 1 staple. Isaiah calmly said "I'm ready to be brave". They stapled my baby's head & he just said "Ouch! That hurts when I make a frowny face". WHEW He took it like a G not 1 tear shed. I guess since I didn't hit the panic button he didn't panic & was able to absorb the painful staple a little better.
As we were leaving the hospital I was told that I may have to pay the doctor $550 for the emergency room visit. I have medical insurance but I was paying over $100 extra each month for my kids to be medically insured by my job, but their mom's insurance was free & she never needed my insurance for them, so I had them removed from mine to get just another $10 on my checks! (how does that work? I was paying nearly 200 bucks a month so me & my kids were covered only to get an additional $10 bucks after dropping them from my insurance...stupid government conspiracies man!) But I digress, :)I was 2 seconds from hitting the panic button but their mom called the hospital to make sure the visit was added to her insurance & we just had to pay the copay. WHEW! So I told Isaiah, that I would get him a nice surprise for being such a good boy!(as I am writing this, I was just called & told that my son got in trouble on the school bus for hitting one of his classmates. SIGH no new game & more punishment)It never ends.
Now onto Daevon. Daevon is usually the good one. The one we worry the least about because he usually does what he's supposed to. The kid makes mistakes, but I don't have to yell at him or discipline him too much because the kid goes out of his way to make me & his mom proud of him. He brings home an award a week. Perfect attendance, top reader, citizenship, helpfulness, top test scores, you name it, he brings it home. The problem is, the boy is so good, he kinda has this idea in his head that certain rules don't apply to him. Like cleaning his room, doing little things around the house without asking (turning the channel to what he wants to watch while me or his brother is watching something else)& telling his little brother what to do. He is also pretty careless with his stuff. I blame that on myself because every toy or game that he's lost or broken I've replaced right away. He has no concept of a dollar because to him, he asks for it, he gets it. So every day, they ask to bring their Nintendo DSI's to their grandmother's house because they get bored waiting for me or their mom to pick them up. On nights where I know one of us will be late I let them take them. I usually stuff it down in their bags where no one can see it. Well yesterday, the genius that I am, didn't take the time to tuck it away safely in his bag. I just tossed it in the bag on top of his lunch box. So my son accidentally forgot to close his bag & his game was some how lost. It either fell out or was stolen. Either way it go bye bye! Now he expects me to buy him another one. Keep in mind this is the 3rd DSI he's had in only 7 years of being on earth, 3 of which he was too young to even play a DSI. So buying him a 4th is out of the question. But I maintained composure. Yes I am annoyed because this is not just some $2 action figure. This is a $150 toy & the 3rd 1! Do the mamath...go ahead I'll wait...yea 450 smackarooos son! That's not even counting the brand new Pokemon game I bought him for $40! Woosah! Breath David....do not hit the panic button son! Ok I'm good. I fought every urge to lecture him about keeping track of his possessions, but this one was my fault. I should have made sure I tucked it a way. Oh well live & learn.
I love both of my boys to death, but they are making me lose my hair at a rapid rate. So I will keep working on my patience with them. They make mistakes so I just need to just save that panic button for the big stuff. WOOOSAH!
Peace folks
DJ
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Spare The Rod Spoil The Child....
Happy angry Monday folks. I call it angry Monday cuz most people I know HATE Mondays. Mondays do indeed stink! I used to look forward to Mondays back when I was working where I wanted to work. I guess it's true what they say, "love what you do & never work a day in your life". I guess most of us are doing the opposite "hate what you do & feel like an under paid under valued slave secretly wishing you could give your boss a paper cut!" WOOSAH! Breath, it could be worse. We could have NO job. So on with my observation of the week.
My mom always told me that the bible said something like "Spare the rod, spoil the child". I'd like to put a new spin on that, spare the child....that's it! That saying just SCREAMS child abuse to me. Probably because my pops used an actual rod & SPARED NADA using it upside my head. Mom's neither. She used anything in her weight peripheral that she could lift to hit me with. I wasn't a bad kid, I just had a mouth piece. As you can tell. I wasn't outside causing trouble. I did what I was told for the most part. I mean i got into SOME careless situations. Like I used to LOVE the smell of fire. Don't ask me why, but I was amazed by it & used to set small fires...Damn I was a baby arsonist son! All bad lookin back on it. Needless to say my mom beat my ARSE! She spared no expense or ROD beatin my butt to get me out of that bad habit. Looking back, it was just what I needed to keep me from growing up and becoming a serial arsonist or accidentally hurting myself or someone else. Good job mama.
Now that I am a parent I find myself in that odd place of wanting to be my kids best friend, but also having to discipline them. I hate seeing the fear on their faces when they mess up & I come home. Everyone wants to tell me when they were not behaving & I have to try to discipline them on 2nd hand info. I wasn't there so I don't know how sever my discipline should be. The hardest part is, I am the only disciplinarian. The boys mom gripes at them, but her best discplinary action is to say "I'm going to tell your dad". Same goes for her fam & mine. So when I get home from a long day at work or school, I have to build up the energy to punish them. Now you all know, when you come home from a long day, you still have the stain of the day heavily on your shoulders. You are pissed at your boss or co workers, maybe someone cut you off on the road making you miss your exit or a customer cursed you out. What ever it is, you are usually not in the best mood when you get home. So the poor kids end up getting the brunt of that.
So over the weekend, my kids stayed with my sister & my youngest decided to do his own thing. My youngest is a free spirit & usually tries to do what ever he wants to do. Then when he gets in trouble, he cries louder than everyone. I allow my boys to make mistakes. No one is perfect, but if I don't put my foot down, I am not doing my job. I am not protecting or teaching them anything. I took a child development class last semester & my final report was on child abuse. I haven't spanked my kids since doing that assignment instead choosing to take things away from the kids as punishment. The truth is, that worked WAY better than spankings. It made them start calling me a softy & talk back sometimes, but for the most part, those mistakes started becoming far & in between. Now back to this weekend. So my sister tells my sons & nieces to stay in front of the house where she can see them. She lives in a safe place, so there were no worries. Isaiah decides to run off. This of course freaks my sister out. But he was safe all was good & dandy & she sure enough wanted to beat his behind! Which I woulda had no problem with.
ENTER DADDY! This boy came with every lame excuse he could think of trying to convince me that he didn't know he was being bad. He 1st said "I was racing an invisible person & beat him over there daddy", flashing those adorable cheek bones. He also said "I thought I was allowed to run over there if I run super fast" & lastly his favorite excuse that NEVER works, "My brain told me to go over there". This kid needs to stop listening to his brain cuz it only gets him into trouble. So I gave him a choice. I told him that he could either get spanked or no video games all week. Scared as hell he chose no video games for the week. SO I lectured him, about the things he does that gets him into trouble. Told him that the last thing I want to do is spank my kids or make them sad. That all I ask is they pay attention & be respectful to people. To stay focused & to be honest.
He had this terrified look on his face the whole conversation. I asked if he was more scared of me than strangers & he said yes! I told him that isn't how it's supposed to be. My job is to protect him. He shouldn't be afraid of me if he is doing what he's supposed to. He said that I am mean sometimes, because I yell when he makes mistakes & that I don't play with him enough. Gut punch right there! But I told him that if he promises to try harder to be a good boy, I will try harder to not be so mean & that all I want is for him to have a happy life. If he's happy I am happy.
SO finally after a long winded daddy speech about putting himself in danger by not paying attention, he was bored outta his mind & decided to take the spanking to get it over with. So I spank him, he is crying hysterically like I am actually hitting his butt with a bat (like my dad used to). So after 5 minutes of crying he got to play his game & completely forgot he was spanked. Now in this case I did not spare the rod, but did I still spoil my child? Did he actually learn his lesson? I feel like a spanking & taking his games woulda been excessive because again I wasn't there. But I feel like I should have stuck to my guns & just banned the games. That would have been more effective in the long run. Lesson learned, some situations sparing the rod is the right thing to do & I think this was one of them....
Your thoughts?
DJ
My mom always told me that the bible said something like "Spare the rod, spoil the child". I'd like to put a new spin on that, spare the child....that's it! That saying just SCREAMS child abuse to me. Probably because my pops used an actual rod & SPARED NADA using it upside my head. Mom's neither. She used anything in her weight peripheral that she could lift to hit me with. I wasn't a bad kid, I just had a mouth piece. As you can tell. I wasn't outside causing trouble. I did what I was told for the most part. I mean i got into SOME careless situations. Like I used to LOVE the smell of fire. Don't ask me why, but I was amazed by it & used to set small fires...Damn I was a baby arsonist son! All bad lookin back on it. Needless to say my mom beat my ARSE! She spared no expense or ROD beatin my butt to get me out of that bad habit. Looking back, it was just what I needed to keep me from growing up and becoming a serial arsonist or accidentally hurting myself or someone else. Good job mama.
Now that I am a parent I find myself in that odd place of wanting to be my kids best friend, but also having to discipline them. I hate seeing the fear on their faces when they mess up & I come home. Everyone wants to tell me when they were not behaving & I have to try to discipline them on 2nd hand info. I wasn't there so I don't know how sever my discipline should be. The hardest part is, I am the only disciplinarian. The boys mom gripes at them, but her best discplinary action is to say "I'm going to tell your dad". Same goes for her fam & mine. So when I get home from a long day at work or school, I have to build up the energy to punish them. Now you all know, when you come home from a long day, you still have the stain of the day heavily on your shoulders. You are pissed at your boss or co workers, maybe someone cut you off on the road making you miss your exit or a customer cursed you out. What ever it is, you are usually not in the best mood when you get home. So the poor kids end up getting the brunt of that.
So over the weekend, my kids stayed with my sister & my youngest decided to do his own thing. My youngest is a free spirit & usually tries to do what ever he wants to do. Then when he gets in trouble, he cries louder than everyone. I allow my boys to make mistakes. No one is perfect, but if I don't put my foot down, I am not doing my job. I am not protecting or teaching them anything. I took a child development class last semester & my final report was on child abuse. I haven't spanked my kids since doing that assignment instead choosing to take things away from the kids as punishment. The truth is, that worked WAY better than spankings. It made them start calling me a softy & talk back sometimes, but for the most part, those mistakes started becoming far & in between. Now back to this weekend. So my sister tells my sons & nieces to stay in front of the house where she can see them. She lives in a safe place, so there were no worries. Isaiah decides to run off. This of course freaks my sister out. But he was safe all was good & dandy & she sure enough wanted to beat his behind! Which I woulda had no problem with.
ENTER DADDY! This boy came with every lame excuse he could think of trying to convince me that he didn't know he was being bad. He 1st said "I was racing an invisible person & beat him over there daddy", flashing those adorable cheek bones. He also said "I thought I was allowed to run over there if I run super fast" & lastly his favorite excuse that NEVER works, "My brain told me to go over there". This kid needs to stop listening to his brain cuz it only gets him into trouble. So I gave him a choice. I told him that he could either get spanked or no video games all week. Scared as hell he chose no video games for the week. SO I lectured him, about the things he does that gets him into trouble. Told him that the last thing I want to do is spank my kids or make them sad. That all I ask is they pay attention & be respectful to people. To stay focused & to be honest.
He had this terrified look on his face the whole conversation. I asked if he was more scared of me than strangers & he said yes! I told him that isn't how it's supposed to be. My job is to protect him. He shouldn't be afraid of me if he is doing what he's supposed to. He said that I am mean sometimes, because I yell when he makes mistakes & that I don't play with him enough. Gut punch right there! But I told him that if he promises to try harder to be a good boy, I will try harder to not be so mean & that all I want is for him to have a happy life. If he's happy I am happy.
SO finally after a long winded daddy speech about putting himself in danger by not paying attention, he was bored outta his mind & decided to take the spanking to get it over with. So I spank him, he is crying hysterically like I am actually hitting his butt with a bat (like my dad used to). So after 5 minutes of crying he got to play his game & completely forgot he was spanked. Now in this case I did not spare the rod, but did I still spoil my child? Did he actually learn his lesson? I feel like a spanking & taking his games woulda been excessive because again I wasn't there. But I feel like I should have stuck to my guns & just banned the games. That would have been more effective in the long run. Lesson learned, some situations sparing the rod is the right thing to do & I think this was one of them....
Your thoughts?
DJ
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Joe Jackson Effect
Hey folks, happy Tuesday. So as some of you may have heard, I recently started a side business renting out 1 jump house & 1 cotton candy machine for kids birthdays called Jump Jumpz (Large jumpers coming very soon!). So far so good. I had my 1st official party this past Saturday & it was a great turn out! The kids all had a ball, parents were thanking me for providing the kids with free cotton candy & the jump house being the life of the party. Unfortunately the birthday boy never went inside the jumper but he enjoyed the cotton candy & managed to avoid every hi 5 attempt I made so I guess it was a success for him too. So while at the party, I was talking to birthday boys dad. We were talking about kids extra curricular activities & not pushing the kids too far. I call it the Joe Jackson effect.
So the bday kid's dad said that he loves baseball. He'd take his son outside & try to play catch with him, tried teaching him how to hit the ball, but his son wanted no part of it. His son preferred basketball. The dad likes basketball, but he wanted his son to follow his interests but didn't want to push him, so now he goes with his son's interests & they have more fun with it. That hella made me think. I get props all the time for being a good dad. I usually take the humble road because I don't think I deserve props for doing what I am supposed to do, but when dude said tha,t it made me rethink all of my parental mistakes. I tell my kids that the music they like is lame, I joke with them about shows they like or toys they wanna play with. I am a Joe Jackson! I wanted my kids into what I wanted them into. I tried taking them out to learn basketball, took em to Warrior games & even attempted to sign them up for basketball until they said they didn't want to play. I was gonna force them to learn a musical instrument, I was gonna put them in football too. These are things I like. My oldest asked to learn to play tennis years ago & I just kinda shrugged it off. When they asked to learn karate my eyes BULGED! I was hella pumped! My little boys wanted to be tough guys! (Enter audience APPLAUSE HERE!)
So my kids activity of choice is Tae Kwon Do. After 2 years (& HELLA DUCKETS!) my oldest is now a blue belt & my youngest is currently an advanced green belt, soon to join his brother as a blue belt next week if all goes well. When I first put them in it, I had all these big ideas like getting them into other martial arts once they got their black belts, getting them into boxing & maybe even gymnastics to work on their balance & flexibility. I rushed to tell my confidants! My amigos! My 2 younger brothers & my mom & sisters!.... not 1 of them shared my enthusiasm (enter audience boos & hisses here). My brother Ray even jokingly asked "you tryin to raise some little black ninjas or what?" JERK! So I brought my exciting news to their mothers side of the fam & all I got was "NOOO they could get HURT!". Boooo not 1 person understood my excitement. I wanted to learn martial arts my whole life. But we couldn't afford it. I wanted to be the black Ernie Reyes Jr.! Smallest kid in the room kickin older dudes hind parts with ease & telling jokes as I did it! SHONUF! Now I get to live vicariously through my kids & NO ONE is taking that away from me! MUHAHAHA!
So after a while, I banned the boy's mom & others from going to the boys TKD classes so I could focus on them being the best. I barked out orders from the sidelines like a jumbo sized soccer mom & I yelled at them for having bad practices. I would make them practice their form, their balance & their responses at home until I was satisfied. I had them practice good push ups & all that. Then 1 day out of no where, my oldest son said "Daddy we aren't having fun anymore". A punch straight to the gut! I started thinkin about my dad & how hard he pushed me before he bounced on us. He used to make me do work outs at home. Push ups, sit ups, jumping jacks & even jog around the house. I remember goin so hard 1 day that my nose started to bleed & I started to cry. I was yelled at & forced to "man up!" & that he wasn't raising any sissy's (he actually used a more derogatory term commonly used to demean gay men but I ain't goin there). So with that in my head I decided to back off. I started to leave my kids alone & they actually started doing better with out me pushing them so hard.
Now I get called a softy because I do my best to always make sure my kids are having fun. Even when they learn. I tried the Joe Jackson way, to scare them into doing what I wanted, but that method only makes them regress & not progress. I want my kids to want to be the best at what ever they wanna do for them, not for me. All I can do is guide them & give them as many opportunities as possible to find what they like. I will adjust for them & be into what ever they are into. So that's it for me. No more Joe Jackson Effect. I'm raising 2 good men & I want them to find their own path & just hope that they have the desire to be the best at it...what ever IT is :)
Peace
DJ
So the bday kid's dad said that he loves baseball. He'd take his son outside & try to play catch with him, tried teaching him how to hit the ball, but his son wanted no part of it. His son preferred basketball. The dad likes basketball, but he wanted his son to follow his interests but didn't want to push him, so now he goes with his son's interests & they have more fun with it. That hella made me think. I get props all the time for being a good dad. I usually take the humble road because I don't think I deserve props for doing what I am supposed to do, but when dude said tha,t it made me rethink all of my parental mistakes. I tell my kids that the music they like is lame, I joke with them about shows they like or toys they wanna play with. I am a Joe Jackson! I wanted my kids into what I wanted them into. I tried taking them out to learn basketball, took em to Warrior games & even attempted to sign them up for basketball until they said they didn't want to play. I was gonna force them to learn a musical instrument, I was gonna put them in football too. These are things I like. My oldest asked to learn to play tennis years ago & I just kinda shrugged it off. When they asked to learn karate my eyes BULGED! I was hella pumped! My little boys wanted to be tough guys! (Enter audience APPLAUSE HERE!)
So my kids activity of choice is Tae Kwon Do. After 2 years (& HELLA DUCKETS!) my oldest is now a blue belt & my youngest is currently an advanced green belt, soon to join his brother as a blue belt next week if all goes well. When I first put them in it, I had all these big ideas like getting them into other martial arts once they got their black belts, getting them into boxing & maybe even gymnastics to work on their balance & flexibility. I rushed to tell my confidants! My amigos! My 2 younger brothers & my mom & sisters!.... not 1 of them shared my enthusiasm (enter audience boos & hisses here). My brother Ray even jokingly asked "you tryin to raise some little black ninjas or what?" JERK! So I brought my exciting news to their mothers side of the fam & all I got was "NOOO they could get HURT!". Boooo not 1 person understood my excitement. I wanted to learn martial arts my whole life. But we couldn't afford it. I wanted to be the black Ernie Reyes Jr.! Smallest kid in the room kickin older dudes hind parts with ease & telling jokes as I did it! SHONUF! Now I get to live vicariously through my kids & NO ONE is taking that away from me! MUHAHAHA!
So after a while, I banned the boy's mom & others from going to the boys TKD classes so I could focus on them being the best. I barked out orders from the sidelines like a jumbo sized soccer mom & I yelled at them for having bad practices. I would make them practice their form, their balance & their responses at home until I was satisfied. I had them practice good push ups & all that. Then 1 day out of no where, my oldest son said "Daddy we aren't having fun anymore". A punch straight to the gut! I started thinkin about my dad & how hard he pushed me before he bounced on us. He used to make me do work outs at home. Push ups, sit ups, jumping jacks & even jog around the house. I remember goin so hard 1 day that my nose started to bleed & I started to cry. I was yelled at & forced to "man up!" & that he wasn't raising any sissy's (he actually used a more derogatory term commonly used to demean gay men but I ain't goin there). So with that in my head I decided to back off. I started to leave my kids alone & they actually started doing better with out me pushing them so hard.
Now I get called a softy because I do my best to always make sure my kids are having fun. Even when they learn. I tried the Joe Jackson way, to scare them into doing what I wanted, but that method only makes them regress & not progress. I want my kids to want to be the best at what ever they wanna do for them, not for me. All I can do is guide them & give them as many opportunities as possible to find what they like. I will adjust for them & be into what ever they are into. So that's it for me. No more Joe Jackson Effect. I'm raising 2 good men & I want them to find their own path & just hope that they have the desire to be the best at it...what ever IT is :)
Peace
DJ
Friday, March 4, 2011
Teaching tact with no filter
Hey friends & familia! So as you all know, I am an open book...well as I can be. It's hard to be 100 percent open without insulting or offending someone. I do both A LOT! Not on purpose. I just have no filter. That partin my brain that connects my brain & mouth was broken a long time ago. So while all of you nice tactful normal people still have that part functioning properly, you all can expect it to tug at the the lips & make you not say something stupid. My broken part is filled with dead air so what comes outta my mouth a lot of times is similar to a POOT! Just useless are flying outta my face.
Well having that non filter has been inherited by my 6 year old Isaiah. Isaiah is a great kid. Funny as hell but he has NO TACT! If a person is dark skinned he will say something like, "he looks burnt daddy" Just loud enough for the entire room to hear. Or "Mommy, my brain said you look fat today...what? my brain said it not me!" SMH yes he really said that! His favorite thing to do EVERYDAY, is to tell me that my breath stinks when I try to kiss him in the morning. He doesn't laugh or crack a smile so I know he doesn't say it to be mean. He truly feels my breath is the bane of his existence & I need to understand how much he HATES it! So he will make sounds like he is fighting the urge to throw up, he gags & kicks crazily in his chair. When we ask what's wrong, he squints his watering eyes points at my lips & yells "BREATH!" Again I know he isn't doing it to be mean, but it gives me the sudden urge to wanna punch him square in the bread basket! But I just cover my mouth & swish a couple tic tacs & mouthwash around in my mouth & all is right in his little world.
Now none of this would be bad, considering the fact that it is funny little private family moments most of the time. But he does this to everyone. Me, his mom, my mom, his mom's mom, his TEACHERS! He said his teachers breath "smells like coffee too much". I hope he never told her that to her face, but knowing him, he will get around to it before the end of the school year because she has to know that her breath is a real problem for him. I can go on & on with funny Isaiah stories, cuz the kid is COMEDY & says the craziest things but I can't get mad at him cuz he is way too much like me. So how can I teach him tact, when I too have NO FILTER?
Peace
DJ
Well having that non filter has been inherited by my 6 year old Isaiah. Isaiah is a great kid. Funny as hell but he has NO TACT! If a person is dark skinned he will say something like, "he looks burnt daddy" Just loud enough for the entire room to hear. Or "Mommy, my brain said you look fat today...what? my brain said it not me!" SMH yes he really said that! His favorite thing to do EVERYDAY, is to tell me that my breath stinks when I try to kiss him in the morning. He doesn't laugh or crack a smile so I know he doesn't say it to be mean. He truly feels my breath is the bane of his existence & I need to understand how much he HATES it! So he will make sounds like he is fighting the urge to throw up, he gags & kicks crazily in his chair. When we ask what's wrong, he squints his watering eyes points at my lips & yells "BREATH!" Again I know he isn't doing it to be mean, but it gives me the sudden urge to wanna punch him square in the bread basket! But I just cover my mouth & swish a couple tic tacs & mouthwash around in my mouth & all is right in his little world.
Now none of this would be bad, considering the fact that it is funny little private family moments most of the time. But he does this to everyone. Me, his mom, my mom, his mom's mom, his TEACHERS! He said his teachers breath "smells like coffee too much". I hope he never told her that to her face, but knowing him, he will get around to it before the end of the school year because she has to know that her breath is a real problem for him. I can go on & on with funny Isaiah stories, cuz the kid is COMEDY & says the craziest things but I can't get mad at him cuz he is way too much like me. So how can I teach him tact, when I too have NO FILTER?
Peace
DJ
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I just can't help it....
Hey folks. So I just have to talk, write about everything that is ME! While I can no longer do my Truth Is stuff, I can still entertain with funny stories about my kids & my experiences as a full time dad. Now I have said, numerous times, being a dad is the best thing to ever happen to me. I take pride in parenting the way a pro ball player takes pride in his sport or a REAL teacher takes pride in educating a child. I love everything about it. The good & the bad. There aren't too many bad moments as a parent. More scary than anything. I try my best to teach my boys to always stay alert, be aware of their surroundings. Be conscious of the people around them in case danger pops off. Some times it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I was blessed with 2 very aware boys, that usually try to be on their best behavior. So I'm bringing the FatherHOOD blogs back. Just stories from time to time about my life as a dad, my life with my 2 funny little guys. Hopefully you all can relate to these stories & even decide to share some of yours. I see so many mother blogs & so many mothers respond, but I wanna hear from the fellaz, the dads. I learn a lot from other dads out there & I am proud to represent a whole different generation of black fathers that love being a parent & everything that comes with it. So here it is.
So I know we all remember our 1st crushes. the 1st girl or guy we actually thought was cute out loud. I remember mine. I was a late bloomer, 5th grade. Her name was Rosa. I probably had 1 earlier than that but trying to think back 30 years ago is hard! So 5th grade it is. But Rosa was very cute to me. Average looking, nothing real special about her look, but she had this smile every morning that stuck in my head. I was always excited to go to school just to see her. But I was always too scared to say anything. That is a trait that stuck with me for my whole kid/teen life. I was always too scared to tell a girl I liked her & usually lost out on her. So that is something I try telling my kids. Don't be afraid to be you & to speak up if you want something/someone.
Now my kids are only 6 & 7, so this girl liking thing is still gross to them. Well Daevon, not Isaiah. Isaiah is already saying every girl he says hi too is girl! Like father like son I guess. Daevon is older. He's more the shy guy. He currently has a little girl that has a crush on him & I THINK the feeling is mutual. Seeing his face turn beet red & his eyes pop every time she says "hi Daevon" is heeeelarious! to say the least. I get to relive those feelings through him & his little brother. I clearly can barely remember when those feelings started with me, but seeing it now is cool.
Well all the mushy stuff aside, I guess somewhere I became the embarrassing old dad, cuz my son does not trust me around this girl. He wants my mouth SHUT at all times. I am not allowed to speak around her. If I do, I get a kick to the shin. Now I always thought of myself as the cool dad. All of their friends love when I am around & even call me the cool dad, but to Daevon, when it comes to girls, I am a dork & "EMBARRASSING!" I guess me sayin "AWWWWWWW" In my deep voice when ever the girl says "Hi Daevon" is not a cool thing. The girl just laughs. But I was told today, that I am no longer allowed to speak when his female friends are around. I have to become mute. That is hard for me. I am a very open person & can talk for days if you let me. So today as the girl sat right next to him & had the biggest grin on her face, my son looked at me & put his hand to his chin warning me that if I say anything I would be punched in the face. GRRR So tempting, no fun! Ok I let him win today, but tomorrow is Friday. I'm gonna just have to take the lumps cuz if she sits by him again, I am taking a bunch of pics, posting on FB & writing AWWWWWWWWWWWWW as the subject line! I just can't help it....
Until the next time
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DJ
So I know we all remember our 1st crushes. the 1st girl or guy we actually thought was cute out loud. I remember mine. I was a late bloomer, 5th grade. Her name was Rosa. I probably had 1 earlier than that but trying to think back 30 years ago is hard! So 5th grade it is. But Rosa was very cute to me. Average looking, nothing real special about her look, but she had this smile every morning that stuck in my head. I was always excited to go to school just to see her. But I was always too scared to say anything. That is a trait that stuck with me for my whole kid/teen life. I was always too scared to tell a girl I liked her & usually lost out on her. So that is something I try telling my kids. Don't be afraid to be you & to speak up if you want something/someone.
Now my kids are only 6 & 7, so this girl liking thing is still gross to them. Well Daevon, not Isaiah. Isaiah is already saying every girl he says hi too is girl! Like father like son I guess. Daevon is older. He's more the shy guy. He currently has a little girl that has a crush on him & I THINK the feeling is mutual. Seeing his face turn beet red & his eyes pop every time she says "hi Daevon" is heeeelarious! to say the least. I get to relive those feelings through him & his little brother. I clearly can barely remember when those feelings started with me, but seeing it now is cool.
Well all the mushy stuff aside, I guess somewhere I became the embarrassing old dad, cuz my son does not trust me around this girl. He wants my mouth SHUT at all times. I am not allowed to speak around her. If I do, I get a kick to the shin. Now I always thought of myself as the cool dad. All of their friends love when I am around & even call me the cool dad, but to Daevon, when it comes to girls, I am a dork & "EMBARRASSING!" I guess me sayin "AWWWWWWW" In my deep voice when ever the girl says "Hi Daevon" is not a cool thing. The girl just laughs. But I was told today, that I am no longer allowed to speak when his female friends are around. I have to become mute. That is hard for me. I am a very open person & can talk for days if you let me. So today as the girl sat right next to him & had the biggest grin on her face, my son looked at me & put his hand to his chin warning me that if I say anything I would be punched in the face. GRRR So tempting, no fun! Ok I let him win today, but tomorrow is Friday. I'm gonna just have to take the lumps cuz if she sits by him again, I am taking a bunch of pics, posting on FB & writing AWWWWWWWWWWWWW as the subject line! I just can't help it....
Until the next time
1 love
DJ
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