Today is my sister's 28th birthday, and all I can keep thinking is how old she is and how old I am by proxy. I don't know if I'm the only person that feels this way, but I never feel older on my birthday or when I look at myself in the mirror. It's always when I see someone else getting older that it hits home for me.
I get that I'll be turning 30 in October, and I realize that is milestone birthday. Some may even say that is old. I don't personally. Yet I see that my sister is 28 and I think "Man, we're getting older." It's weird and a little backwards.
Anyways happy birthday to my little sister.
-The Call Elmo app is so entrenched in our lives that the moment the girls get in our bed in the morning they say "Elmo?"
-Although I'm going to make sure they avoid that Elmo impersonator that cusses kids out
-Ana actually is saying the word Giants now and points to any logo I have on me when she sees it. #getemyoung
-It just goes to show that you don't choose your teams, your team chooses you.
-Or your parents choose them for you #eitherway
-Working on some more Criminally Underrated stuff for you. Should be out next week.
-I've had a Groupon for Icing on the Cupcake for like a month without using it.
-Obviously my love and devotion for cupcakes should be called into question.
-After the surge of cupcakes, cupcakeries & cupcake TV shows, how has there not been a similar surge in Mini-Pies? #getonthatamerica
-Alex Trebek. Who is a game show host that just had a heart attack?
-Anthony Davis trademarked his unibrow. I think Bert has a case against him #sesamestreet
-A lot of chick flick lovers are going to be heartbroken by Nora Ephron dying #sleeplessinseattle #whenharrymetsally #youvegotmail
-I don't think the All Star Game is a big deal, but it would be cool to see some more Giants make it #sfgiants #MLB
-I don't know how we lived without Facetime. Seriously coolest invention ever.
-If your child is getting picked on by a bigger, older kid that may have a disability, how do you respond?
-Any time we don't watch The Bachelorette on a Monday has to be considered a win.
-Erin, her siblings and I went to the Giants-A's game on Sunday. Last second trip and was totally fun.
-I don't want to be a snob or anything, but AT&T Park provides a much better in-game experience than Oakland
-A's won with a walk-off. And an A's fan said it was the best game ever. #perspective
-And her argument when I said that the Giants won the series "Well we suck, so it isn't a big accomplishment" #really
-At least we agree on one thing, the A's do in fact suck
-My wife and I have been eating ice cream more often. Probably because she is foul temptress.
-Ana likes to tackle Grace. It's how she shows her affection.
-Ana has been blowing kisses for a while, and Grace has started doing it too. It seriously is too much for my heart.
-I know there are more popular condiments, but guacamole is far and away the best #thereisnoargument
-Seriously stop thinking about better condiments. You just won't win this one.
-I still hate the Dodgers in case you were wondering #sfgiants #beatla
That's all for this week. I have to get myself ready for another Giants-Dodgers showdown.
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Just Say No
What is it about little kids that they are just sponges?
They take every little thing you do and they make it their own. If you walk or move a certain way, they emulate that walk or those movements. If you stretch in the morning, they stretch too. If you talk on the phone, they hold the phone up to their head and talk.
That last one is especially adorable. Our girls say "Hi" followed by some indecipherable gibberish all while holding our iPhones to their ears. It totally makes the times when they put the phones in their mouths worth it.
This is the reason why I try my best to not curse around them. A little toddler dropping F-bombs while incorrigible is also not the best reflection of mom and dad.
My wife warned me that we shouldn't use the word "No" around the girls unless absolutely necessary because of their spongy nature. She said that we should try using their names or say "uh-oh" instead. And I've tried. Really I have. But when they're putting rocks in their mouth or reaching for an electrical outlet, I just can't help but saying "No". It's a reflex.
So when Ana started shaking her head and saying "No" to random things, Erin wasn't too happy with me. In fact she told me that she is totally blaming it on dear old dad.
I'll own it. It's on me. But so is them knowing peekaboo, so I'll wear it like a man if it means getting credit for both.
And really is knowing the word "No" all that bad? Sure this is the gateway to them disagreeing with Erin and me, but this was going to happen at some point. And maybe their early knowledge of the word "No" will help them later on in life. Maybe it will keep them out of a gang some day. Or maybe that douche in high school that pressures them into doing something they don't want to do will be met with a firm "No" that they've been practicing since 16 months. I get that it's about choices and making your kids own their decisions and grow into their independence. I just think it's impossible to not say "No" to them at some points.
I'll do my best to give them options instead of closed or opened doors, but it's still damn hard. Sometimes "No" is just the most appropriate word for a given situation.
At least Nancy Reagan would be proud of me.
They take every little thing you do and they make it their own. If you walk or move a certain way, they emulate that walk or those movements. If you stretch in the morning, they stretch too. If you talk on the phone, they hold the phone up to their head and talk.
That last one is especially adorable. Our girls say "Hi" followed by some indecipherable gibberish all while holding our iPhones to their ears. It totally makes the times when they put the phones in their mouths worth it.
This is the reason why I try my best to not curse around them. A little toddler dropping F-bombs while incorrigible is also not the best reflection of mom and dad.
My wife warned me that we shouldn't use the word "No" around the girls unless absolutely necessary because of their spongy nature. She said that we should try using their names or say "uh-oh" instead. And I've tried. Really I have. But when they're putting rocks in their mouth or reaching for an electrical outlet, I just can't help but saying "No". It's a reflex.
So when Ana started shaking her head and saying "No" to random things, Erin wasn't too happy with me. In fact she told me that she is totally blaming it on dear old dad.
I'll own it. It's on me. But so is them knowing peekaboo, so I'll wear it like a man if it means getting credit for both.
And really is knowing the word "No" all that bad? Sure this is the gateway to them disagreeing with Erin and me, but this was going to happen at some point. And maybe their early knowledge of the word "No" will help them later on in life. Maybe it will keep them out of a gang some day. Or maybe that douche in high school that pressures them into doing something they don't want to do will be met with a firm "No" that they've been practicing since 16 months. I get that it's about choices and making your kids own their decisions and grow into their independence. I just think it's impossible to not say "No" to them at some points.
I'll do my best to give them options instead of closed or opened doors, but it's still damn hard. Sometimes "No" is just the most appropriate word for a given situation.
At least Nancy Reagan would be proud of me.
Monday, January 16, 2012
The Mouths of Babes
Have you ever seen that episode of The Simpsons where Homer's brother Herb invents a machine that translates baby noises to English? I never thought much about it, but it really would be the best thing since sliced bread.
As an aside, what did we say was the best thing before sliced bread? And was sliced bread really so revolutionary that it became the gold standard by which we measure all other inventions? We really need to consider changing this to something that is more, you know, revolutionary and awesome. Although I do love me some sandwiches.
Anyway back to my original thought.
Now that my girls are making all sorts of noises and saying indecipherable "words" to us, I've grown to appreciate this fake invention even more and wish it actually existed.
You see Erin and I were either too lazy or too busy to really dive headlong into the whole teach the girls to sign thing to allow better communication. I'm going to go with a combination of lazy and busy and just leave it at that. Either way we haven't really mastered the ability to communicate back and forth with our children beyond the intuitive stuff like hungry, sleepy, dirty diaper, etc. So we don't understand their needs 100% of the time.
This has also led to some hilarious and adorable misunderstandings and them learning words that aren't necessarily accurate. For example, every animal is a "doggy" to them. After being told how pretty the Christmas tree lights were for the entire month of December, they now refer to every light they see as "pretty." They've started calling every man they see "daddy" which makes me feel a little less special. Although I would like to go up to a guy they call daddy and yell "You sonofabitch! You slept with my wife!" because that would be high comedy.
But there are still things they say or try to say that I don't understand. There is one recent example that has led to more questions than anything else. Ana is now saying "bubby" about nothing in particular.
Part of me wonders how she learned a Yiddish word. I wonder if she plans on becoming a power agent in Hollywood when she grows up and she's just getting the lingo down. Maybe she is trying to say "buddy" although that really isn't a word we use too often. So many questions because of this one little word.
I just want to know what is going on those little heads of theirs. If anyone out there has a Baby-to-English translator, let me know.
As an aside, what did we say was the best thing before sliced bread? And was sliced bread really so revolutionary that it became the gold standard by which we measure all other inventions? We really need to consider changing this to something that is more, you know, revolutionary and awesome. Although I do love me some sandwiches.
Anyway back to my original thought.
Now that my girls are making all sorts of noises and saying indecipherable "words" to us, I've grown to appreciate this fake invention even more and wish it actually existed.
You see Erin and I were either too lazy or too busy to really dive headlong into the whole teach the girls to sign thing to allow better communication. I'm going to go with a combination of lazy and busy and just leave it at that. Either way we haven't really mastered the ability to communicate back and forth with our children beyond the intuitive stuff like hungry, sleepy, dirty diaper, etc. So we don't understand their needs 100% of the time.
This has also led to some hilarious and adorable misunderstandings and them learning words that aren't necessarily accurate. For example, every animal is a "doggy" to them. After being told how pretty the Christmas tree lights were for the entire month of December, they now refer to every light they see as "pretty." They've started calling every man they see "daddy" which makes me feel a little less special. Although I would like to go up to a guy they call daddy and yell "You sonofabitch! You slept with my wife!" because that would be high comedy.
But there are still things they say or try to say that I don't understand. There is one recent example that has led to more questions than anything else. Ana is now saying "bubby" about nothing in particular.
Part of me wonders how she learned a Yiddish word. I wonder if she plans on becoming a power agent in Hollywood when she grows up and she's just getting the lingo down. Maybe she is trying to say "buddy" although that really isn't a word we use too often. So many questions because of this one little word.
I just want to know what is going on those little heads of theirs. If anyone out there has a Baby-to-English translator, let me know.
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