Ta Da and hello!

hellobraces

Yes, it’s a bit late for the final tooth to come out, and these days it seems like all milestones are synonymous with new expenditures.

Happy Monday! (Screw you Wednesday).

Wednesdays

On the drive to early morning basketball practice we reflected on the days of the week and the unfair treatment Monday seems to get.

The vitriol for Wednesday was unexpected.

Big Bones

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If you give it time after dinner just as you’re finishing clean-up, and you’re open to it, marvellous conversations can be had. Logic doesn’t always apply in these cases. Just go with it.

Job Descriptions…

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Ain’t that the truth…

Being there.

Being there

I’ve worked from home for the last 11 years. It’s been a challenge at times being alone, forever looking at the dirt that needs to be swept or the laundry that needs to be folded when deadlines are looming or deadlines are non-existent and need to be drummed up. I sometimes question why I chose this path, why I didn’t go out and work like “most” people do.

Moments like today however, when mere seconds after returning home from school great floods of tears are spilled and I’m there to soak them up, to try and help make some sense of the topsy-turvy life we all live in, that the decision to work the way I do makes all the sense in the world.

Sometimes what our kids need most, is just having someone there.

Cowboys vs babies

Dear Ron,

Some days I’m filled with wonderfully insightful wisdom on the subject of parenting. Other days I have relatively useless but slightly entertaining thoughts about kids. This definitely fits the latter and is proof positive that simply spending some time with your son can yield some interesting observations.

From the archives, I hope you enjoy.

Thinking of you.

Jason

cowboys and babies

 

Share your wealth

Dear Ron,

One of the best things you can do for your son will be to hand him over to someone else. Not forever, just for a moment or two. People love babies and there is some sort of cosmic goodness that comes to anyone who lovingly holds one. When people other than mommy or daddy hold your babe, it helps them build a comfort level among others who aren’t their primary caregiver. While this is generally very hard for first time parents to do (third and fourth children not so much…) because we’re fearful that the other person might drop our child or hold them incorrectly or not be as attentive as we would be, the benefits of sharing your child far outweigh any negatives. Cute, cuddly little babies become heavier more demanding infants. Infants cry. A lot. If they only find comfort with one person and that person isn’t available, hysteria sets in. Life for that one person is also devoid of any independence and killer biceps are a poor consolation prize.

Our kids were both content in other’s arms. I attribute this partly to their personality but also to our willingness to pass them of. It’s easier with family and friends, harder with complete strangers but I can attest to the magic of it all. Your son will be a treasure. Share the wealth and reap the benefits.

Thinking of you.

Jason

holding the baby