Sunday, June 19, 2016

Way To Go Genius

On another Father's Day, we continue to celebrate the joys of the adventure of fatherhood. My wife recently asked me, "When did it feel real that you were now a father? Was it during the pregnancy? The birth?" The answer for me is that it becomes more real every day. As our boy grows older, more complex, more capable, my role as a father and what I need to be willing to do grows also. My jokes must be funnier, my stern tone more serious, my high fives more encouraging. What is adequate for a 1 year old may not suit a 2 year old. I must adapt and always remain one step ahead of my boy's growth.

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.

Beach Fun....
 In Our First Wedding....
 Always ALWAYS hydrate before a wedding....
 "You sure we need fill the entire bucket?"...

 Chillin with Bro Maddox....
 Sitting on the dock of the bay....
 Fun with Papa G....
 Binge on the pacies before they went away....
 Starting off Mother's Day right....in bed with cinnamon toast....
 Mother's Day at the Beach....looking tall from this camera angle....
 Showing his style....
 Official....