Oil Spill

No, the picture below is not an indication that we decided to reenact the final scene from Scarface. Actually, that is a huge pile of flour on our kitchen floor. The need to clean that off the floor would have been a bad enough start to the day. However, a much worse start is what actually occurred when Meggan accidentally knocked our griddle, including a giant cup of freshly cooked bacon grease off the island. The flour was just a failed prayer of getting the grease off the hardwoods. The bad news is our floor is slick and our house may forever smell like bacon. The good news is...Sophie thinks the floors are delicious.

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Well, I have now officially entered my final year of my early 30s (and with Everett being born so close in date, probably the last time anyone will acknowledge my birthday). While I can't say I'm depressed by that, I certainly can't say I'm enthused about it either. I'm not old...yet...but, I'm also not young. That said, ESPN and Nickelodeon were also both born in 1979 and they don't seem to be showing any signs of slowing down. So, I have that going for me.

Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof

Sometimes you look over and realize your baby is no longer a baby at all. In fact, she's a crazy little kid with a funny sense of humor.

Amelia and Meggan: Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday dear Daddy...Happy Birthday to you.
Me: Aww, thank you. That was some beautiful singing. Sophie, what, don't you love me enough to sing with them??
Amelia: Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof....Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof...Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof ....Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof.

Countdown

We officially received word today that they have started the turkey timer on Everett. If he doesn't come on his own in the next week, Meggan will go in and be induced. With that in mind, I've been thinking about him constantly today.

I am so excited to have a son to pair up with my daughter.
Yet, I am so afraid for Meggan and I to make the switch from zone coverage where it is 2 vs. 1 to man-to-man coverage where it is 2 vs. 2.

I am so excited to show my children I love them differently, but equally.
Yet, I am so afraid they will use this love to equally wrap me around their little fingers.

I am so excited to see how Everett and Amelia grow to interact with each other.
Yet, I am so afraid Amelia will try to drag him around, color on his face, and stuff him under the couch like she does her baby dolls.

I am so excited to experience all the differences of raising a little boy.
Yet, I am so afraid I will forget the risks while changing his diaper and he'll pee on my forehead.

I am so excited to have a son I can groom to be the next Tim Tebow.
Yet, I am so afraid he'd rather be at ballet.

I am so excited to have a snitch to tell me if Amelia's does questionable things.
Yet, I am so afraid I'll find out things no father ever wants to know.

I am so excited to no longer be the only male in the house.
Yet, I am so afraid Everett will be one of those boys who plays with frogs.

I am so excited that I have just doubled my chances of having a child that goes to Harvard.
Yet, I am so afraid that I have just doubled my chances of having a child that goes to jail.

I am so excited to teach Everett everything I know about women.
Yet, I am so afraid I won't know what to do after that 4 minute conversation.

I am so excited to teach Everett everything I know about cars.
Yet, I am so afraid he'll realize I know less about cars than I do about women.

I am so excited to see the relationship between Meggan and Everett.
Yet, I am so afraid he'll tell me to go to work so Mommy can stay home like Amelia does.

I am so excited to teach him how to tie a tie.
Yet, I am so afraid I'll embarrass him at Boy Scouts when I can't tie a knot.

I am so excited to show him that being a man is about a lot more than being "manly".
Yet, I am so afraid that not being manly makes me very uncool to a 12 year-old.

I am so excited to teach him that genuineness and the law of large numbers will get him more girls than any carefully planned pick-up line.
Yet, I am so afraid there is some other dad out there teaching his son how to pick up Amelia one day.

I am so excited to teach him the right path in life - to become a Florida Gator.
Yet, I am so afraid he'll choose the dark side, such as Florida State, just to be different.

I am so excited to teach him to be a leader.
Yet, I am so afraid he'll be the kid other parents hate because he talked their kid into stealing something.

I am so excited to teach him to stand up to bullies.
Yet, I am so afraid he'll crack Amelia in her coconut one day.

I am so excited to teach him to shoot a jump shot.
Yet, I am so afraid I won't be able to handle the day he finally beats me in one on one.

I am ao excited to teach him to shoot a jump shot.
Yet, I am so afraid I'll have the 18 year-old who never got good enough to beat his 50 year-old dad at one on one.

I am so excited to teach him to hold doors and pull out chairs.
Yet, I am so afraid those ideals will be dead by the time he is old enough to employ them.

I am so excited to have the son every man wants.
Yet, I am so afraid I'll fall short of being the father that every boy deserves.

Now That Is A Nightmare

We had our second night of 3a.m. screaming. Luckily this time there were no moths in the room. As a matter of fact, Amelia was actually just having a nightmare. On the surface I would say this is better than being tortured by a moth. However, I'm not sure Amelia would agree considering the way she was screaming. Also, while I can't say for certain what she was dreaming about, all she kept screaming was "Mommy and Daddy won't buy me this at Target". So, I'm assuming that dream is going to cost me money the next time we are in the store.


On a side note, it is really creepy when your daughter opens her eyes and stares at you as if she is awake while she is still very much asleep. I just about had my own nightmares after having Little Miss Poltergeist stare through me last night.

Seeing is Believing

Here is a bit of advice Meggan and I learned the hard way...if your child begins yelling "Help...Help Me...Help" in the middle of the night, don't assume they are just having a bad dream. Apparently, there is a chance that a moth is flying all around their bed tormenting them as they cower in paralyzing fear.

On a related note, here is a bit of advice Meggan and I learned the hard way...if your moth* begins flying around a two year-olds room causing her to wake her father with pleas for help, said father will track down your moth and beat it over and over and over again with a shoe. When he is done with the beating, he will accidentally glance at the clock and remember your moth has him out of bed in the middle of the night, and beat it again for good measure.

*Disclaimer - ALL moths were fatally harmed during the creation of this blog post.

Thankful

A friend of mine was thoughtful enough to make Everett a baby blanket (she made Amelia hers as well). How can you not feel blessed when you are lucky enough to have people like that in your life?