Wow!! Just absolutely amazing. What can I say after a year and a half of being a dad, it is absolutely the greatest thing since sliced bread. Maybe sliced bread is a bad analogy. I mean is sliced bread really that great? My wife is a great bread slicer, in her own right, so maybe that is where it comes from, because my wife is pretty great!
I see that I have not posted since prior to Finn being born, and I must say that every day is truly a blessing. I was quoted as telling people that it is like having the best video game ever. But in all actuality is much better that a video games. Nissa is finding that video games probably head butt less.
From the second that we got him home every day was a different "WIN". From seeing his bright shiny face at 2:00 in the morning, for a diaper to be changed, or that first sneeze, to that not so popular spit up all over my Miami Dolphins T-shirts. Although I guess he knew that the Dolphins have PUKED it up the last several years.
My buddy Chris and his wife just had their first two weeks ago, and I recall the advice that I gave him, as I thought back to Finn being born. Every day for the last month, I was a nervous wreck. I questioned everything about parenthood and I was completely wigged out. What are we going to do if he cries at night? What are we going to do if he gets sick in the middle of the night? What are we going to do, the first time he pees on us?
The plan that we had put in place when the time came, did not happen AT ALL!! Nissa never had an opportunity to take that shower she was going to take prior to going to the hospital. There was no nice easy ride to the hospital. Finn said "JUMP" and we both said How High? We were at the hospital before I had time to breathe, and every question that my beautiful wife and I had the millions of questions we had, seemed less relevant. We were as they say In The Moment!! Those questions never arose after that. We were in for the long haul, and we have never looked back.
Every day we get to wake up and Finn is chatting it up in his crib, caring on a conversation with his books and stuffed animals. The last year and half has gone so fast! I have been through two football seasons as a coach, and to see him show up on Thursday nights or Friday nights just for a few minutes before my games was the world to me. Seeing him take it all in on the field during pre game, checking out the players, running with the football, ordering the players around, those times are amazing. I can get upset when Notre Dame loses or Miami loses, but its all over in a split second as he comes in and grabs my legs to get up and pushes me under the table to play E I E I O.
Daddy life is indeed a great life. It is hard work, but I find myself doing things I never did before he was born, and I am ok with it. Till next time, Daddy's Rule!!
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Here we go again!
I think for as long as I can remember I have always wanted to write. It has always been a kind of release for me. Stressed or not, it was a way out and a way to communicate in ways I never knew possible.
Writing has always been a passion, and as of recently it has been put on the back burner. I have an old camp friend who has challenged me to write more, and possibly fulfill my dreams of writing a book some day. My excuses, and I can come up with a bunch of them, she was able to counter. I can't write, because I have a family, that needs attention, yep, so does she.
I have a full time job that takes a lot of time and patience and I get burned out, yep you guessed it, she does too. Agh, but you don't coach football, which takes a TON of time. She has not said it yet, but i can here her saying yeah but you are not coaching now, the season is over, and my kids play sports, so while you are sitting there watching the Saints beat up on the Falcons on Thursday Night Football on the NFL channel, pic up the Ole Mac Book and start pecking away.
I was not sure exactly where to start, and I guess that is okay. For me, I think just typing whatever my fingers type and go from there. It is a starting point, and you have to start some where to fulfill your dreams.
Here it is, my journey, past, present and future starts here. On this blog site today and tomorrow and whenever else I get a free moment. I do not consider myself a controversial person, but I know that people do not agree with me on everything. So I am going to put myself out there at some point and let people see the real me.
So here it is my first rambling comes from probably the most rewarding job I have ever had. Living as a counselor, supervisor, and program director for a wilderness camp, that people thought I was crazy for working at.
I saw a great number of kids come in criminal, and change their life for the better. I was cussed up one side and down the other. I was called every name in the book. Kids said that they slept with my wife the night before (ummm, I was not married at the time) so no harm in that. They would talk about sleeping with my mom (ummm again, my mom lives in Indiana) most kids have never been out of the city of Greensboro, Winston-Salem, or Lowgap North Carolina. For them behaviorally it was more of a mind game. If they could get under my skin as a counselor or program director.
Trust me, there were many times as a counselor in the woods, especially in the beginning, when it would get to me and my pride would take a big hit. Going head to head with these kids was giving them exactly what they wanted. It took me many many late nights, of sitting up till 2:00 in the morning in 30 degree weather trying to figure out what exactly I was doing.
There was something about not being able to eat indoors like the rest of the groups, in that cold weather that makes you as a counselor and the campers as a group to look at the bigger picture. What problem is really worth having when we are sitting eating cold food in our camp site. Our pot belly won't light because our wood is wet, or for some of my more disfunctional groups, we could not function well enough as a group to even chop wood which was supposed to be a daily job.
Ok so i will have to continue later, I only have sixteen minutes until my computer shuts down. Guess that is why the old timers still use typewriters. They don't go dead at 11 o clock at night. ok till tomorrow, pow wow to writing and pow wow to my family.
Writing has always been a passion, and as of recently it has been put on the back burner. I have an old camp friend who has challenged me to write more, and possibly fulfill my dreams of writing a book some day. My excuses, and I can come up with a bunch of them, she was able to counter. I can't write, because I have a family, that needs attention, yep, so does she.
I have a full time job that takes a lot of time and patience and I get burned out, yep you guessed it, she does too. Agh, but you don't coach football, which takes a TON of time. She has not said it yet, but i can here her saying yeah but you are not coaching now, the season is over, and my kids play sports, so while you are sitting there watching the Saints beat up on the Falcons on Thursday Night Football on the NFL channel, pic up the Ole Mac Book and start pecking away.
I was not sure exactly where to start, and I guess that is okay. For me, I think just typing whatever my fingers type and go from there. It is a starting point, and you have to start some where to fulfill your dreams.
Here it is, my journey, past, present and future starts here. On this blog site today and tomorrow and whenever else I get a free moment. I do not consider myself a controversial person, but I know that people do not agree with me on everything. So I am going to put myself out there at some point and let people see the real me.
So here it is my first rambling comes from probably the most rewarding job I have ever had. Living as a counselor, supervisor, and program director for a wilderness camp, that people thought I was crazy for working at.
I saw a great number of kids come in criminal, and change their life for the better. I was cussed up one side and down the other. I was called every name in the book. Kids said that they slept with my wife the night before (ummm, I was not married at the time) so no harm in that. They would talk about sleeping with my mom (ummm again, my mom lives in Indiana) most kids have never been out of the city of Greensboro, Winston-Salem, or Lowgap North Carolina. For them behaviorally it was more of a mind game. If they could get under my skin as a counselor or program director.
Trust me, there were many times as a counselor in the woods, especially in the beginning, when it would get to me and my pride would take a big hit. Going head to head with these kids was giving them exactly what they wanted. It took me many many late nights, of sitting up till 2:00 in the morning in 30 degree weather trying to figure out what exactly I was doing.
There was something about not being able to eat indoors like the rest of the groups, in that cold weather that makes you as a counselor and the campers as a group to look at the bigger picture. What problem is really worth having when we are sitting eating cold food in our camp site. Our pot belly won't light because our wood is wet, or for some of my more disfunctional groups, we could not function well enough as a group to even chop wood which was supposed to be a daily job.
Ok so i will have to continue later, I only have sixteen minutes until my computer shuts down. Guess that is why the old timers still use typewriters. They don't go dead at 11 o clock at night. ok till tomorrow, pow wow to writing and pow wow to my family.
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