We dropped Johanna off at her school this morning. They allowed us to play with her for a few minutes before she entered her classroom. We said her goodbyes and left. No tears, no crying, everything went in stride. A few other students were crying as their parents left. Johanna was too excited to miss us as we left. I should count my blessings.
She only goes to school for 4 hours a day this year. Her school starts at 10:30 a.m. and ends at 2:30 p.m. Luckily we don’t have to wake up early like all the other school kids. There is no rush in the morning. So now I have 4 extra hours in a day to do something productive. What to do, what to do.
Well, my first inkling is to make this blog post. I’ll do more work that I need to do. In a month though, our baby boy will be coming into the world. So we will be starting all over again. Johanna no longer has total dependence on us. She now has to depend on her teachers for a period of time each day. Our son though will now depend on us. It’s like starting from scratch. 5 more years and we will be doing this all again. I’ll feel even older then.
We did get a few photos of her special milestone today. Hopefully as the years go by we can keep doing something similar. That’s the hope at least. It may not be the cool thing to do when she gets older, but hopefully she will put up with us. I even got another photo for my SAHD Project.
Johanna begins her first year of school next week. She grew up fast, too fast. Did I just say too fast? It seemed like yesterday I was counting seconds. She begins kindergarten at Sundance Elementary in Beaumont California. Jolene was combing through the rules and regulations of students. Specifically she was looking at the Student Behavioral Expectations pamphlet. One of the rules state that “tag/chase is never permitted.” Running is also not allowed. Additionally you can never touch another student. Not just in the no-no area, but at all. Johanna loves to hug. I’m prepared for the phone calls already. What really bugs me though is that tag is not permitted in schools.
Jolene just passed 32 weeks pregnant. We finally made time to get another photo of her. I think my wife is beautiful.
So often we tell girls they are our princesses. Often we forget to tell our boys that they are our prince. So we thought it would be nice to create a photo with our prince’s crown. We hope you like it.
Beginning today Jolene is officially on disability. Her doctor approved her to be out on maternity leave early. She is just short of 30 weeks along. Over the past few weeks she has been having sciatica, massive amounts of pain, dizziness, fainting spells, and falling. Now she finally gets to take a break before our boy is born. She has been pushing herself further into her pregnancy with the hopes of staying out longer after our baby’s birth.
When I was a child I loved asking my dad if I could help him. I enjoyed participating on construction sites using a hammer or laying tile. As a child and even into adult hood I helped my dad with many tile jobs. Through the years I thought I actually was helping. Over time I did eventually excel at the job. Now that I’m a dad, I realize I probably was more of a burden in my younger years. Which is why this is my most dreaded question, “can I help you?”
Originally when I planned this post I wanted to take a photo of my wife while she was sweating. That way I’d have a photo where my wife is hot, literally. I didn’t get that photo yet. So the next best thing was to take some photos of her pregnant.
We would like to wish everyone a happy 4th of July. Stay safe on this summer holiday and enjoy your firework displays. A friendly reminder to keep your dogs inside while fireworks are going off.
“I don’t need a man.” I can’t even remember how many times I’ve heard this quote in person. How many times have I heard, “I don’t need a women”? A couple times in country music songs. Yeah, I occasionally listen to country music. Where did things go so wrong that the semantics of the word need, is viewed by men and women so differently? Lets take a look at the definition of the word need by Merriam Webster. You know that book we used to pull out in grade school. Need: something that is desirable, useful, a physiological or psychological requirement, a condition of requirement and so forth. Now that we know what it means, lets go out into the cosmos and break apart this sensationalized pressure to be alone. In the process lets discover for women why it’s ok to need a man, and men why it’s okay to need a woman.
As a first time father I remember things very vividly even down to the minute. Jolene took four months off to bond with Johanna. One of the first nights Jolene went back to work Johanna cried the entire night. It was so bad that she finally fell asleep at 6:19 a.m. I tried rocking her on her back, as well as her chest. She wasn’t hungry. She didn’t need to go to the bathroom. Pedialax didn’t work. I paced back and forth trying not to step in the areas that creaked. I tried music, nothing. We have a tv in our room that I tried to distract her with. Swaddling was of no use. I even tried a car ride. To this day she has only fell asleep in the car 4 times. Her colic was so bad, it felt like my child was possessed by demons. I too broke down crying.
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