Since I’ve been flitting around - okay, stomping and smashing my way foolishly throughout – this cool bloggy world on the internet, I’ve learned that there are LOTS of Mommy bloggers. And we are kind of all over the golly place. We strive to shoot from the hip, be cool, funny and tell it like it is! We want to be honest, fun, and sincere. We want to get the message out to everyone what our experience is like. We’re all, “this sux, but I <3 it!” Some of us stay at home, some of us work… some have just one (that’s a handful!) and some have multiples. We all hope to be unique – if that’s still possible with so many of us crowding around the table lately. And every one of us (come on, admit it) hope that we reach (lots of) others who can identify with our writings, and enjoy them.
You know what else I’ve discovered? There are some amazing Dads blogging out there, too. I mean REALLY amazing.
Let me tell you something. I always knew that John was going to be a good father. He is kind and sensitive in a way that, frankly, I am not. Because of that, I have always been very impressed with his reactions to certain things. He has a perspective that is always new to me – his heart is gentle at times when mine is rough and ugly. Even before we had Braden, he made me pause at things like being incredibly concerned about whether the fish was fed the day before. I didn’t care. He was worried that the fishie was hungry. !? I DIDN’T CARE if the fishie was hungry. (Yes, I sux.) It seems silly, but it’s just an example of the way in which his heart is tender and kind.
After Braden was born, John did not disappoint me. He has been such an incredible father to our son. He loves that little boy with all his heart and soul. Over and over again I see him being sensitive, thoughful, loving, and caring in gentle, kind ways to our child. He amazes me with things like this point of view. Over and over again I see him pushing himself to his limits to provide for us, and longing to be closer to us when he’s far away. Over and over again he proves that even if he doesn’t do every little thing like I think he should (because, don’t you KNOW that I KNOW EVERYTHING?), he does it just right in his own, loving way. Braden makes John into a better person every day, and that’s saying a lot, because John was a great person already. But the love that the son brings out in the father cannot help but make him strive to be better, to do better, to LIVE better.
I see these same things in Dads that I hardly know, but read, here on the internet. Their posts make me laugh, think, and cry because I find them intelligent, touching, sensitive, kind and honest. They speak in such a way that I can clearly see the way that their children make their lives better.
Have you read them?
On this Thursday my Thirteen things are links to great places to find amazing Dad Bloggers. Click. Read. Laugh. Cry. Love. Enjoy. Subscribe.
PS: There are many more than these that are also great. It’s always hard to pick a certain number of any type of blogs to list… Maybe if you read a Dad that you think is awesome, drop a link to him in the comments section, aight? Thanks!
From my bathroom cabinet:
Now THAT’S a serious hygienic personal wipe.
“…got to prove your love… if you want to be with me tonight!”
(If you understood that, you are old like me.)
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And, you know, if you “buy” me jewelry, I’ll be forced to put out.
Updated to add: Of course, if you think one of the other captions is better, please vote for that one instead. But just vote! And check out the rest of Fussy’s page and her jewelry designs! She rocks.
That’s right, peoples. This is Braden James. It’s been awhile since I’ve hijacked Mommy’s super-silly-space to talk to you internetz. I see that she has made some improvements. She is still blabbing on and on, though. *sigh*
You are lucky I am here to save you from her for a day. At least she spends a lot of time talking about ME, which is excellent. And if you like that, this will be right up your alley.
If you don’t like that, you are OBVIOUSLY slightly moronic.
Kim tagged me for a Meme, where I’m supposed to tell 8 things about myself, and then tag 8 others to do the same. There are really way more than 8 things that you should know about me, but for now, I’ll just stick to 8, since the doggie is way more fun to play with than you guys, and he’s waiting for me.
1. When I came out of Mommy, I broke the umbilical cord myself. Daddy wanted to cut it, but see, that was between me and Mommy, and I wanted her to know the score right from the start. I am in control around here, and I want my independence. I just need to be held a little sometimes.
2. I enjoy reading books. I have been reading books for ages now. Recently, I decided that reading books is pretty fun to do sometimes, but the more fun thing to do with books is to throw a bunch of them on the floor, pick the coolest one, and then start pushing it across the floor as far as I can, rubbing it in real good. See, I think that eventually, this technique will help me discover a trapdoor to a magical wonderland. It hasn’t worked yet, so I usually end up screaming and crying. Mommy is baffled, but that’s b/c she doesn’t know about the magical wonderland. What a clueless moron.
3. My doggie is the best doggie in the world. He is small so I can grab him, and it’s really easy to lie down on top of him and roll around. He makes funny sounds with his mouth/nose thing. Sometimes he runs really fast (Mommy and Daddy call it “Happy Laps”), and he can also jump high. He always looks so hungry to me so I like to feed him all my crackers and cheese when Mommy’s not looking. He likes to lick my sippy cup. We’re best friends.
4. Airplanes are AWESOME. They fly over my house all the time. Mommy & Daddy aren’t very smart, so I have to point them out and let them know that is an “Ay-tah.” That is special for “airplane.” The cool kids call it that. Mommy & Daddy are not cool.
5. I am a tiny dancer. I can raise the roof with my stomp dance and when I sway side to side all the womenz swoon for me. A few years ago, they would have said that I shake it like a polaroid picture. I do.
6. All food is good, but Applesauce is the BEST food. It would be okay if no one ever ate anything but applesauce.
7. I like to go for long stretches in PCM (Perfect Child Mode) and then kick it up a notch (BAM) by whipping out The Plan. It is really special to sleep well for awhile and then start in on waking up over and over again all night. I am great at this (as are Amy and Alex), and I think I can keep up the switch between PCM and The Plan for at least 17 more years. I will only get better with practice, people.
8. Paci is Love. Nuff’ said.
Because I love the womenz, I am going to tag 8 hot ladies out there that I want to know more about.
Braden James Carroll
Yesterday you turned 14 months old. What a month it has been.
This month was your “Wheat Trial.” The “Milk Trial” was so successful the previous month, and we had high hopes for the Wheat Trial. It’s over now, and Mommy thinks you can have wheat. That “thinks” part doesn’t feel too good. But we’re going with it for now, because you seem to tolerate the wheat like a winner, there’s just one little thing. See, you kept getting those nasty rashes you’re prone to this past month… and you didn’t have any the previous month. But you also had teething of a particularly slow and jerky molar (that still isn’t all the way through – molars suck) each time you had a rash, and Mommy knows how that stresses you and lowers your immunity. Don’t worry, for now, Mommy’s going to let you keep having your Sesame Street Crackers.
On November 21st, you made Mommy & Daddy very proud with your first successful use of a spoon.
After that first time, we have let you practice every day. This has led to much laundry and a doubling of the purchase of wipees and paper towels. It is worth it to watch you triumph. You have gotten so good at it now!
In fact, I have dubbed you, “The Spoon Master.” I know you concur.
That doesn’t mean you’ve given up on the fine art of handling your food.
Another feat you accomplished this past month was learning to climb on and off of your rocking horse toy by yourself! This is impressive, son. Although, after you mastered it, you decided to take a shortcut, and now you just throw yourself on the floor when you’re done. Because lifting that leg over the side is just too much work. I’m glad Mommy & Daddy have taught you the value of being lazy.
You have also mastered the “gumball machine.” This toy has little balls that must be inserted in the top and then released with a lever. You used to haphazardly throw the balls in the general area of the top and then push the lever, expecting the balls to magically appear from inside the toy, when they were actually on the other side of the room by that point. No more! You are now capable of inserting them with care and releasing them with glee, repeatedly. You also enjoy a good naked hang by the gumball toy, but who doesn’t?
Your ability to understand us and communicate verbally in a meaningful way just keeps improving. I can now request for you to play “Peekaboo,” and you will immediately cover your eyes with your hands and then fling them away again, with glee. I can tell you, “Do it again.” and your hands will fly right back up to your eyes. This will come in handy when I need to shoot someone the bird. I’ll just tell you to do Peekabo so you won’t see. I’ll have to teach you “earmuffs” soon, too.
Once this past month, the day after Daddy left to go back out on the road, you woke up from a nap and asked me, “Dada?” because he usually gets you up from naps when he’s home. Then I changed your diaper, and took you to the living room. You looked all around and asked me again, “Dada?” My heart felt squished for you. “No baby, Daddy went to work, he isn’t here right now.” Don’t worry, Braden. Daddy is trying really hard to be home more. I promise.
And the next time Daddy comes home (today!), you can wave at him like he’s used to, but you can do that new thing you do now, and when you wave, you can say, “Hi!” I think it will quite possibly melt his heart.
Another cool thing I’ve noticed is that, most of the time, when you are done with your food and ready to get down from the high chair, you are finally telling me what I have told you every single time up to this point: “Ahhh-dun!” I am liking this much more than the previous sign that you were tired of eating: flinging utensils and food. This newer version of announcing your feelings does not require clean-up. Mommy likes.
This Thanksgiving was much nicer than last, when you started in with the REALLY REALLY BAD colic. Crying from 10pm to 4am is bad, mmkay? But this year, you pleased Daddy by responding to his,”Goooo, Cowboys!” with, “Gooo, Cow!” You were less nice to me as far as complimenting me for my efforts on the turkey.
You continue to be obsessed with airplanes that fly over the house, pointing and saying, “Ay-tah!” every time you see or hear one. You are so clever that you can hear an airplane from inside the house, a car, or a store, and you know what it is.
Your new obsession is lights. All the lights in the house, and even lights in places like the grocery store, call to you and enchant your little soul. You are constantly walking around looking up at them, pointing, and almost breathing, rather than saying, “ahh-liiighht-ah!” It comes out sounding like a secret, magical word of wonder. You have the power to turn ordinary things extraordinary.
You LOVE! to make sounds. If you hear a siren, you emulate it – “aaaaahhhoooooouuuoooouuuuuoooo….” When we turn on the bubble maker in the bathtub, as per your request of “bubbahs,” you try to imitate the droning sound of the motor. We’ve even gotten you to tell us what the dog says (“ah-ah-ah-ah-ah”) and what the cat says (“eeeeee!”). You also still like to imitate coughing and straining sounds. That last one worries me, because you actually get a good strain on while you’re doing it, just for fun, contorting your face and neck, and making your eyes open wide, bulging. It’s kind of a scary thing to witness. Makes me think of Elvis’s last moments. *shudder*
In what can only be another attemtp of yours to show me how ridiculous my own behavior looks, you have started pointing and yelling at The Mexican every time you see me do it. I point at him and yell, “Bad dog! Go lie down! Stay!” and you are off running to get to him, holding your arm out in exaggerated fashion, waggling your finger in his face, “Gha! Ogg-ogg! Ogg-ogg! Die-Dow! Day! OGG-OGG! DIE-DOW!” And all I can help myself to say is, “That’s right, YOU TELL HIM.”
Of course, you are developing in other ways. Physical ways. I am trying to ignore how you are too tall to walk under the dining room table anymore. And how I have to remind myself not to put anything within a foot of the edge, or you’ll get it. Geez, you can really do that now? Am I dreaming? Or the way that you can reach the buttons on the tv, way up high in the armoir, or the door knobs. THE DOOR KNOBS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.
I’m pretending like I don’t notice that the socks your age size, which are supposed to still fit you, have been slipping off the heel. They are too small. I had to buy the 18-36M size… swearing that they wouldn’t fit.
Why are you doing this to me?
You know what I love noticing? That you are such a sweet boy. When you are not running back and forth in the kitchen over and over and over (trying to be a good example for Mommy? telling me I need some exercise?) stomping as hard as you can, or dancing to any music you hear… or even drumming your feet on the floor while you scream “AH-AH-AH-AHHHH!” in the happiest way possible…
When you are not doing those things… you are most likely loving on one of us here in the house as hard as you can. If Daddy or I are lying on the floor, you will not fail to run over and throw yourself on top of us and hug, and love, and roll around. Over and over again all day, you stop what you are doing, run over to me, and give me a big, neck squeezing hug, and I hear you sigh,”Aaah-mmmhhhmmmm.” You even hug my back as well as you can, if you are on that side of me.
The doggie does not understand your need to hug him, and he tries to get away. But often you just throw your little (BIG) body on top of him and smother him with your hugs and your need to rub your face on him. You are bursting with the need to show your love. You often share your snacks with the doggie, and with me and your daddy.
How did you get so sweet? It brings a tear to my eye when I think of how affectionate you are. We must be doing something right for you to be so kind, thoughtful, and loving. And you must really love us as much as we love you.
Then again, you hugged a box of white rice at the grocery store yesterday.
December 9th – December 15th
So, what’d ya think of my week?
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Theme for December 15th, 2007: “Small”
March, 21 2006. The first time we ever saw Braden James Carroll. And he was, indeed, very small – about an inch long. The picture says,”9 weeks, 2 days.” That is actually the time since the start of the last period I had had at the time. It had actually been 7 weeks and 2 days since Braden had been conceived.
He was not even a full 2 months old. Just 7 weeks. And his little heart was beating. I saw it.
Seeing my son for the first time since I had learned that he was alive inside of me was an experience which sparked a feeling in me that I cannot find the words to describe. Such emotion washed over me as to literally take my breath away. It was something like having a part of your brain and your soul that was dead for your whole life just suddenly awakening and coming to life.
He did a little wiggly, squirmy dance for us while we were looking at him. From that day on, we called him “Wiggle Bean.”
I thank God for my Wiggle Bean. No matter how big he gets, I will always remember how he was once so small, and yet he was more important to me than the whole world. And always will be.
A few quick notes:
Picked up the bow for John’s Christmas present today.
To the woman who saw me “trying it on,” I am sorry you had to see that. Also, I am sorry your kids saw that, too, because I am sure they asked you, “Why was that lady holding a bow up to her privates?” And it’s not like you needed ONE MORE question to answer from the kids.
To the man who ran all the way from the register to where my quick walkin’ booty had gotten by then, thank you SO MUCH for bringing me the two bags of groceries that I paid for and almost completely lost. You reminded me that there are still nice people in the world. Rock on, Mr. Running With Bags Man. I love you.
That is all.