Wow, what an amazing journey (cliché’s much?). I’m not sure I would have believed on my 1st
Father’s Day that my 3rd would be as cranky and tiring as it was for
both of us. It started with a 3 hour nap (that I wished I partook in) at 11:30
and ended at the beach and coming home letting her get as wet as possible
before dinner. Alyssa also had her
saying “Happy Father’s Day” all day, that sometimes would break her into
signing a “Happy Birthday” rendition of “Happy Father’s Day.”
I remember people saying it the first time and being like,
you don’t know. Now, I’m realizing that
I do know and understand why people always say this. It’s a badge but really a way to connect with
other men knowing how little they have to do with the parenting and how their
loving wife ‘guides’ (I know there are more female readers than males, so I’ll
stay away from any other verb) them through the process. While I was exhausted (and seriously that
doesn't hold a candle to what Alyssa does every week), knowing where we've
been, I just started laughing when she went to bed.
At this point, Virginia is best outside or at the ‘beeech.’ She boxes us out of any useful activity
(cleaning, cooking, etc) with the skill of Charles Barkley and a sensible, ‘exxxcusse
me.’ Her tastes are all over the map, cheerios
from Stew Leonard’s are now her favorite for breakfast, just hold on for an
hour long session. She does eat as long
as it’s Dunkin Donuts. I’m not sure if eats fast because we take her to the Bridgeport location (because the coffee and
donuts are cheaper) or the crack they put in them so kids love them.
I do appreciate that she calls our room, Daddy’s room. I did not find funny when I was in the car the
other day and she said she wanted to go back to Mommy’s house (don’t worry we
didn't get a divorce). When asked were
Mommy sleeps, its Daddy’s room, in Mommy’s house. I swear she’s already caught on.
She’s unfortunately obsessed with her iPad. It’s her go to when she’s ‘bored,’ we've set
ourselves up for this failure. We've had
a busy few months travelling and it’s the go to distraction in the car, I guess
we asked for it. Tuesday we get our
cable back, so maybe this is the right approach so I don’t have to share my huge
32” screen living room TV with Caillou.
Also, it’s finally hitting me that I’m not going back to
school any time soon, thank god. It’s
great realizing some of the little things that I've missed, especially those
trips to Chipotle. You would think
Virginia was going to the Four Seasons, if she only knew. I also can no longer get away with, I have
homework and I won’t be able to get to painting the porch.
So this fulfills my yearly post, no worries to regular
readers, I won’t be taking over the blog and talking to you about the nuances
of the 3-4 defense and why the Redskins really need to go back to the 4-3.
This would have been more appropriate yesterday but too bad.
To all the father’s out there, BobBob, Shawn, Pete, Damian
and all of my friends from college that now have kids, Happy Father’s Day, a
day late.
To my father, Happy Father’s Day, you've been an amazing
inspiration and I hope I can do half the job you were able to for our family.
Lastly, thanks to Alyssa, it’s always been trying and fun; I
wouldn't be able to do it without you.
Really Father’s day isn't so much for me but for the whole family,
although I do love the fact that anything stupid I do can just be chalked up to
Father’s Day.
P.S. I have no clue how I remembered the password for the
account but remember this Virginia when you don’t think your Dad is snooping at
your e-mail, Facebook or whatever other weird social media platform that will
be available to you.
