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February 2017

My Daughter AIN’T My Valentimes

Little Lady doesn’t have a Valentine…

She’ll probably be okay without one for a while.   I could take the time to bash Valentine’s Day and call it another card holiday that has no real meaning.(How many holidays have real meanings)  However, I really like Valentine’s Day, it’s a celebration of love and candy.(I LOVE candy).  While in college I actually celebrated Valentine’s Day each year by recording a song with my good friend and creating a YouTube video collage of submitted photos from people.  I’ve also been known to go all out for my wife on the day also, between extravagant gifts, and uber-mushy-thoughtful rendezvous.  I have nothing against the holiday at all.  So with the day here(and an extra lady in my life) I wanted to take the time to really dwell on if I should or should not be my daughter’s valentine.

First things first,  none of this has to do with an Electra complex or reverse Oedipus or anything weird like that.  However, I do believe some type of psychological things come into play.  There are a lot of people that involve their children in Valentine’s day with issues and complexes like these, but I’m not educated enough on mental health to delve into that conversation.(Nor do I want to)

One thing I love about being a father with a daughter is that it starts conversations like these, that I am sure need to be had.  This is how my conversation and topic started:

I was walking through McCarran International Airport with a pregnant wife.  Recently finding out our due date was February 12 we started discussing having children close to holidays.  I’m the type of guy that believes in all things fair and extra/separate presents.( I see you Bryce).  I told my wife luckily I won’t have that problem yet, because Little Lady won’t be my valentine, just her.  She didn’t agree(she never does).

I’m sure some of you are like my wife or have your own reasons for why your children are your Valentines.  I have no problem with you and I’m not claiming that you are incorrect.  I would actually love to hear them in the comments section.

Little Lady isn’t getting less love.  I love her everyday, I show her daily and she has several special holidays during the year that is exclusive to our love.  I’ve ordained on this Hallmark holiday an exclusivity to my wife.

Don’t misquote me, when the time comes, I will help her sign and pick Valentine’s cards for her classmates. ( I may even help her select the special one, with the best candy too)  I will post any V-Day art projects she crafts on the fridge and in my office.  And of course I will grab her some 75% candy on February 15th when she ask.(We LOVE candy)

Having a daughter has extremely advanced my wanting and willingness to learn about women.  I grew up with 6 older sisters, between them and my mother, me and Pops were pretty outnumbered.  I’m extremely grateful about my upbringing and having them around to ask for guidance now.  I understand that seeing an example of how I spoil her mother each year on this day will combat any of the “she needs to understand how a man should treat her on this holiday” remarks.  Children often learn from emulation, and I’m not depriving her of that, if anything I’m giving her a better lesson.  It’s also the way I learned.  My father never gave my sisters(or me) valentine’s gifts, but he also taught me how to treat your Queen, and your Princess(es) pretty stellar.

One day,(36 years from today) on this date a prince charming will be doing all the spoiling she needs, and I will be watching(with my weapon.) Just. In. Case.


Valentine's Day Card

Happy Valentine's Day Ya'll!


It’s Been A Year Already

Well that happened fast didn’t it?t_peanut_cake_176

A year ago I was on this blog,  overwhelmed with emotion about my daughter being brought into this world.  Now well, she’s a year old.(I can finally stop calling her zero)  I figured this was the best time to get back to blogging since so much has changed.

First, we’re with child again.  Yup. It’s another girl.  She’ll make her appearance sometime end of June.   However it isn’t about her today, it’s all about big sister and the things she’s taught me in the 1st year of DADn.

A year in review(I have to make this short we’re headed to Chuck E. Cheese):

My daughter taught me a lot about myself while also teaching me about babies.  Working in childcare for a couple years during high school I thought that I knew a thing or two.( I didn’t know ANYTHING)

  1.  STOP playing the compare game. – This could be a post of it’s own.  Having children, especially when all your friends are also having children turns some people into milestone achievers.  “My little person was talking at X months, and walking in Y months.”

    Turns out children are people too and just as you shouldn’t compare your own life with others, you shouldn’t with theirs.  (And) If your child is anything like mine, she’ll do things when she’s ready and comfortable not the other way around.

  2. Sharing is only fun at first. – At this point I don’t understand why bathrooms(or any rooms) have doors.  The top thing that Little Lady has taught me is, my personal space is also her personal space.  She’s pretty much my shadow(morning, afternoon, and the reason I have a 5 O’clock)  Sharing video games with me was fun in theory, until she wants a controller EVERYTIME(unplugged controller trick doesn’t work in the wireless era)
  3. I’m pretty good at DADn – I had no idea what parenthood had in store for me, but it turns out that it’s like my calling.(Or every humans natural instinct)  I think that I’ve been doing a pretty good job, although it was hard to tell when the little one could not talk but now that she can, turns out she thinks so too.

I think the main thing that I have learned in this passed year is that although Little Lady has taught me so much, I LOVE teaching her.  I’ve only been a father for a year and it’s been the best freaking year of my life.  Thanks & Happy Birthday Peanut!


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