As a Father, I have laid down a couple major goals for myself; after the obvious Goal #1: Don't kill my child, we have Goal #2: Don't raise a vicious vindictive hurtful a-hole that will intentionally harm innocent or vulnerable people. Literally. Seems obvious I know but these days in the media, I'm not totally convinced parents out there are trying to raise respectful human beings. There is also Goal #3: Raise a kid who is happy with who he is. And this is where my parenting goals end.
Of course I will do my utmost to encourage G to be dedicated to school with diligence in learning, proud in athletics with a sportsman attitude and work ethic, and want him to grow up to be a successful, productive adult contributor to society, asset to his friends, and provider for his family. But at the end of the day, if Gunner is happy and self-confident and friendly and respectful of others and his surroundings, I will be elated and consider myself a grand success as a father, worthy of an award. And so far, I feel we are moving well on that path.
G is now 2 and a quarter. He is a sweet kid. He enjoys being playful but with a pleasant degree of reservation that doesn't strike fear in the public when they see a 2 year old coming. (Knock on wood) Terrible Two is still manageable....so far.
So what is new in our lives? We got rid of pacifiers. Tough love. Cold turkey. Same advice I'd give to heroine and meth addicts. "G, we got to give them up. No more pacies. Sorry. Deal with it." It was a rough couple days. Naps have been shorter and he has woken up earlier in the mornings when he craves but can't find a pacy. But all in all, the detox is working and moving forward positively.
Potty training still sucks. We are 6 months in. "Noticing the urge" and "communicating the need to go" happens but not consistently. Still a whole lot of scheduled bathroom breaks to prompt the voiding. Come on G!
Speaking is becoming super fun. We were driving the other day, G heard me chastise a fellow driver and then G says, "Yeah, way to go genius." I nearly peed my pants in laughter and teared up with pride all at once. Then I remembered my Parenting Goal #2: Teach him to be Respectful. May be tough for a guy like me, but that's why I had to give myself goals.
Chillin with Bro Maddox....