Fatherly Mistakes

We're human … we make mistakes.  That's my excuse.

Every night I do a bed time moment with each child… then afterwards I tuck each one into bed.  You'd think after four children and … several… years I'd have learned by now to avoid certain mistakes.

"Daddy…"  was the call sign for tonight's bed time tucking in.  "Do you believe in faeries?" and "Why did Hook…" and "Peter Pan is like.."  So finally after tucking in was fully done I lean forward, kiss her on the cheek and say:

"Baby, I love you very much, it's bed time…" Here's where the mistake comes in "talking time is done, one more word and I'll tickle you for ten whole seconds." 

Those of you who have been parents for awhile… or even babysat once or twice will groan inside yourself.  "no, really?!" and "Oh no!" you might say, knowing exactly what comes next.

That's right … I didn't even have to tickle her, she began as soon as I said it, and didn't stop until I kissed her forehead and walked out of the room shaking my head.  

It's worth a smile though.


Most Mean Dad

I do a lot of things that are mean… like bed time, can you believe someone would force children to go to bed before they REALLY want to?!  Plus trying ot make them eat vegetables and fruit, yuck!

Tonight though I really took the cake (not literally) for being the most mean Dad.

"Daddy."  My youngest son mentioned to me as he played with a loose tooth. "I've had this tooth loose for a year.  It's really annoying!"

I don't love pulling teeth… as you can tell by the fact that he's had this tooth loose for SO LONG, but I also know that sometimes a tooth has to be taken out or else the tooth growing in its place will grow in at a weird angle.  I hate these kind of teeth the most, they aren't as easy to get out, and they don't want to come.  I cringed inside and asked Fatherly probing questions…. like:



"How long has it been loose?"

As he was laying in bed, ready to sleep, I took the sleeve of his pajamas (it was a spur of a moment decision… and I am a single Father.)  I used it to get a grip on the tooth before he fully knew what was going on, pushed it the opposite direction and it flew (with little wings) out of his mouth and onto his chest.  His shock lasted for the next ten minutes as he kept repeating things like:

"I can't believe it's gone!"


"It feels like such a hole in my mouth!"


"I didn't expect that!"

It did come out, and like any tooth like that, it bled a little, and we did all the right things to stop that part, but the tooth underneath it really was as through as it could get without removing that tooth.  I'm impressed by his level of pain tolerance, and the laughing shock he had afterwards.

(I'm such a bad Father, he has a space on his dresser where he's been collecting teeth "Wow, the tooth fairy owes me a ton!  I could buy a real toy!" before going to sleep I tucked him in and said "Tomorrow I'll show you where the envelopes are.")

Going Bananas

I have been in a slump … most of us get there at one point or another, disappointment piles on disappointment, expectations and hopes are continually flattened, and like a balloon too often blown up, it doesn't return to normal.

Of course we are not balloons, and when we hit a slump we can find a way out.  When I realized that the slump was eating me alive, I decided I had to do something about it.  So I did what any totally crazy person would do.  I went bananas.

bananasOnce upon a time I read something about bananas.

I read that they were healthy. Supposedly good for things like blood pressure, asthma, cancer, heart health… I know my heart hurts sometimes, so I figured it couldn't be a bad move.  The biggest reason I decided to do it was as a change.  I know I haven't been eating healthy for the last month and a half, and I have my excuses.

What I'm doing is this:  Eating bananas.  For breakfast I generally blend bananas with citrus and protein powder.  I figure I can get 3 banans in and feel pretty decent as 'breakfast' goes.  For lunch if I get hungry I can have more banans, and the magic of this is that I can eat every time I'm hungry, I don't have to think "oh but I've had too much blah blah."  It's magic that way.  Then for dinner I eat a much smaller portion of whatever we're having, with banana before and bananas after to fill me up.  I'm eating more fruits of other kinds as well, and more veggies, but the biggest part is the banana.

The first day it was hard … the second day it wasn't much better, the third day I started to see light and hope at the end of the tunnel, and now, the fifth day, I feel really good.  I suspect my body desperately needed most of these vitamins, and I also suspect eating garbage made me feel like garbage.  For the time being I'm going to keep trying this, I have a lot more energy to work out, so I'm working out again; and I expect this will be the icing on the cake that brings me back to the route that takes me to the body I want to have.