Now either RLSHG is just blowing sunshine or it hasn’t really hit the fan yet because well2 month olds really only sleep eat and poop. 80 percent of the time the smile on their faces is gas, it just is and you know that it is but you convince yourself that it is a smile and that the child loves you.
That child has no more concept of love than a middle school kid who is just going to die if their true love doesn’t call them in the next 5 seconds.
However, RLSHG does seem to be just having the best time ever being a brand new dad.
I do some times lay some reality on him from the sacred halls of been there done that dad
In truth, I have great kids who didn’t cause a lot of stress as children …well you tend to color it differently as you get some distance from it but when you are up at 3 a.m. because your child won’t sleep and the only way he will is to drive him around the block 43 times not 42 or 44 but 43 it isn’t really fun in the moment. However, nostalgia takes over and you really do miss those times, not for the 3 in the morning screaming but that they need you more then than they do when they are older.
Both Doodle and Stunt boy did this one thing and I’m sure a ton of other kids do it too. When ever we had to talk to them when they were small under 4 years, there wasn’t a recognition of son, daughter, boy, girl or any other label we put on them aside from their name which is a label as well but not the point.
Saying who is my big girl, Doodle would reply I’m not a girl I’m Doodle of course she said her real name and not doodle.
Same with Stunt boy, I Stunt Boy not your son. He did shorten it to the most simplest form thought and said I Stunt Boy, but at least he didn’t say Me Stunt boy so he was a more evolved than Tarzan. I miss those days but I’m proud of Doodle and Stunt boy.
And if you are reading this stuff for the very first time I did not really name my kids Doodle and Stunt boy, but I have a really mouthful for the next kid I have, which I’m not sure would get approved on a birth certificate Punk Ass Muther F*cker.
It’s better than that Adolf Hitler kid in New Jersey …true story.
Can you imagine Punk Ass’s first day in school and the teacher looks down and sees the name… Oh so priceless… the kid would know it was him or her, because I think that is a gender neutral name and can go either way. But he or she would know it was them because they would be used to that long silence when some hears or sees their name in print and that look of wondering do I say this aloud or not.
And of course when the teacher decided to acronym it to PAMF I would empower the child to say their name loudly and proudly I’m not PAMF I’m Punk Ass Muther F*cker.
So any ladies out there want to have Punk Ass Muther F*cker for me? I’m a good dad ask anyone and it is the best job I’ve ever had and still have, the pay sucks, the hours are long, I’m always on call but it still makes me smile every day, without fail and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
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