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My daughter’s now a teenager

My daughter celebrated her 13th birthday this week.  She’s now officially a teenager.

Ugh.

I knew this day would come eventually. To me, this is almost as big a deal as it’s going to be when I turn 40 later this year.

UGH.

I guess it’s just one more sign that I’m getting old…and that, quite frankly, sucks.  I’m not ready to turn 40 yet. I’m not ready to mature yet. I’m not ready to worry about the clothes my daughter will wear out in public because they show off too much skin.  I’m not ready to tell her that she can’t litter her body with tattoos until she’s 18 and it’s out of my control.

On the other hand, I’m really looking forward to watching my little girl mature. Teenage years seem to rush on by so fast…she’ll be off to university before you know it.

On the other hand, I still want my little girl to remain a little girl.

Sigh.

So happy birthday, Rugrat. Even though we’re not as close as we’d like to be and we don’t talk as often as we’d like, we both know that we love each other…and when looking at life’s simple pleasures, that’s one of the greatest gifts that we share.


CBG’s Christmas Holiday in Pictures

Well…the holidays are over and I’m back to work. From top to bottom, it was one heckuva great time to be with Sunshine and our kids. The kids had fun, my dad enjoyed having us over to visit, and both Sunshine and I felt as ooey-gooey in love as we ever have.

So without further adu, here is how my Christmas holiday looked like thru pictures…

Because of timing issues, I wasn't able to have my son for Christmas Day. However, I did have him on the 23rd...so we went to my dad's to have our own "Christmas Before Christmas". Ankle Biter opened up a bunch of gifts and we all ended up having a great time.

On Christmas Eve I head out first thing in the morning to be with Sunshine and her girls for Christmas. The weather didn't quite co-operate. Well...it's wasn't a huge storm or anything, but just enough snow fell to make the highways slow-driving on one lane without the ability to pass. It just sucked. Hard.

Yes...this is lasagna. Yes...this is what we had Christmas Eve for dinner. And yes...this was freakin' awesome!!

Enjoying Christmas Eve dinner.

This is what the tree looked like when we went to bed just before midnight. Not too shabby!

The first gifts were opened at 5:21am. If it were up to the girls, they would have been opened a good 45 minutes earlier. To say that they were excited would be an understatement.

So once the girls opened their gifts and we all had breakfast, they ended up going to their dad’s for the remainder of Christmas Day. Sunshine and I head out to visit my dad for Christmas dinner.

The next two days were spent in my bedroom. Literally. We watched movies, ate breakfast/lunch/dinner, and did “other things” in my bedroom for 48 hours. It was pure bliss. And really, it was something that the two of us needed…some downtime.

And no…there are no pictures of these two days.

After a couple more days returning to work, I drove to pick up Sunshine and her girls and brought them back to my dad’s for New Year’s Eve. I then drove to pick up Ankle Biter and brought him back, too. Finally…we were all in the same place at the same time (with the exception of my daughter, who was unable to make it down for Christmas this year).

So here are our New Years’ pics…

One of the gifts that all three kids got was a sock monkey. The fun part was that you bought a kit and put it together yourself. The not-so-fun part was that you ended up sewing the monkeys together yourself. In this pic, Ankle Biter was beginning to stuff the monkey's legs.

The kids LOVED their sock monkeys. There must be some kind of extra connection they have because they help to put it together themselves.

Kiddo was quite excited to be the first one with a "completed" monkey.

Sunshine couldn't have been happier to be sewing on New Year's Eve. Yeah...believe that one.

Being the hardcore partiers that we are, New Year's Eve for us was spent drinking a bit (two beer for me, a couple of glasses of wine for Sunshine) and playing Blokus. We literally had to force ourselves to stay awake in order to hit midnight. Thankfully, though, playing until midnight allowed me to win 2 out of 3 games. Not that I'm counting or anything. Heh...

Nothing says "New Year's Breakfast" like cereal and water. But hey...does he look unhappy in any way?

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

On New Year’s Day, we visited some more of my family and then came back to my place to crash for one more night. In the morning, I took Ankle Biter back to his mom’s and I took the girls back home to their dad’s. Thankfully, we got one more picture of the kids together before we left for the kids’ journeys home…

Happy New Year 2012!!

Sunshine and I then kinda melted onto the couch exhausted for the remainder of the day.

All in all, it was a GREAT time. It was a LOT of traveling, but it was totally worth it.


His First Christmas Concert

My son started kindergarten this year. I’ve been swelling with pride since September because I’ve been watching him learn and grow and experience life as he’s never seen it before. I can’t even describe how amazing it feels to watch this happen, especially where I was unable to experience the same things with my daughter as she grew up.

I’ve been able to experience things like his first day of school (pictured at left), his first parent-teacher interview (of course it was a glowing review…lol), and even a meeting with the school’s occupational therapist (I learned some great tips on helping his motor skills develop).

Last night was his very first school Christmas concert. I didn’t know what to expect, but didn’t really care. Little did I realize that it was going to be even more cute than I could possibly imagine.

But don’t take my word for it…see for yourself!

To say that I was beaming with pride after this performance would be an understatement.

I love this little guy.

Father & Son: post-concert photo op


The Bad Parenting Night

Ever have one of those nights where everything involving your parenting skills seems to go wrong?  Yeah…I had one of those nights last night.  It was absolutely brutal.

  • I was late to pick up Ankle Biter for supper.
  • I didn’t have anything to eat in the house (or anything that he wanted, anyway).
  • He wanted to watch a movie but my dvd decided to stop working.
  • He was excited to play a new XBox game that I got at work from a “Secret Santa”, but as soon as I turned it on it froze and didn’t work.

It just seemed like it was one thing after another. None of the items were any big deal on their own, but it just seemed like it was one thing after another.

Where I’ve been battling some inner demons lately, I’m constantly questioning my relationship with my son and his feelings towards me. I’m financially unable to provide him with all of the things that his mom is able to, and at the age of five those shiny little toys can make one home a bit more appealing than the other.

She’s also got a dog that Ankle Biter has had since Easter. If you’ve got a kid and a pet, you can totally understand and appreciate the bond that they have. Needless to say, after he’s picked up from the babysitter he’s not quite overjoyed to come to dad’s house when he’d rather play with his best friend.

So anyway, to see him lay on the couch…tired and bored…and having to apologize for how the evening visit was going was just a big kick to the gut. I felt like I had failed him.

I realize that I’m too quick to find a reason to hate myself, but last night was brutal for me. I should have been better prepared for a visit and I wasn’t. I need to not be so hard on myself, but it’s situations like last night that make it all too easy.

It was just a bad night that I’m sure every parent has. It just seems exponentially worse because I’m a single dad who only wants to make his son happy when they’re together. It’s really tough when that doesn’t happen.


The Joy of the Season Begins

As I mentioned on Friday, I feel like I’m going through a bit of a transition at the moment.  I don’t know if I’d go so far as to call it a “moment of clarity”, but to recognize that I am not myself in almost every aspect of my life and seeking help for it has to be seen as a positive step in the right direction.

So this past weekend, I did my best to accept happiness into my life.

I had my son this weekend and we made it as joyous as we could. It started off Friday night with our Christmas tree. It’s certainly not what I would envision as my “ideal” tree, but it’s not a “Charlie Brown” tree, either.

I let Ankle Biter decorate the tree himself. Nick-knacks and do-dads and ornaments of all shapes and sizes were placed in his hands to set wherever he liked. There was no rhyme nor reason…no set pattern to follow. All that mattered was the smile on my son’s face and the joy we got to share together.

Saturday morning saw us attend a work function at the local indoor amusement park. My employer rents out the park twice a year…once for employees and once for families…and this was the family event that just happened to fall on the weekend with my son.

We ate from a buffet breakfast at 8:30am. We went on the rollercoaster (his first time!!) just after 9am. At 11:20am we stood in line so he could get his picture taken with Santa. He didn’t really feel like talking with him or telling him what he wanted for Christmas, rather appeared to just want the photo op.

Many rides and many games and a Santa “tattoo” later, and we finally made our way back home over five hours after arriving. I gotta say…it was a long day, but sharing it with Ankle Biter made it all worthwhile.

After we had supper, we decided to make some Rice Krispie snowmen. Now I was originally going to trying building a gingerbread house, but between my lack of kitchen ability and his lack of liking cookies, I thought that this was a better choice.  I found the kits at the local Winners and had the option of going with the snowmen or the Christmas trees. I went with the snowmen.

He helped stir in the melting marshmallows…

He spread the icing once the snowmen were set in their mold…

He then “painted” the snowmen with whatever happened to enter his imagination at the time.

Something so simple, yet so undeniably satisfying. I mean, how can you deny the all-too-cute results?

I, for one, had never done anything but eat a Rice Krispie square before…so this was an extremely challenging (and slightly scary) thing for me. I wanted to not only make this work, but I wanted to look good in the eyes of my son. Thankfully, both goals ended up being accomplished.

All-in-all, it was a joy-filled weekend. Unfortunately, I don’t know if this joy is true or if the feelings are just masking what lies underneath…but I truly believe that things can eventually change as long as I continue on the path I’m on.

Whether I’m ready or not, bring on the holidays.


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