Father VS Lions

Wow mothers sure are competitive.

I mean, I always knew that they were but it's different when you actually see it in action. It's like how I know on a conscious level that lions are dangerous and wild animals but seeing a lion rip apart its prey using brute strength and savagery just brings everything up a couple of notches. My heart is racing.

So this guy walks into a bar...

I'm learning. I think.

It is now possible to sit with my son and have a conversation with him. When it happens, it's kind of astounding. From birth, all you've heard from your child are gurgles, cries, yelps, a singular mangled word here and there, mama, papa and the like. These days though, he's been talking, really talking. In sentences. He's using words that I have no idea where he learned from and displaying an understanding of self and a greater awareness of the people living around him.

French designed with chinese roots.

There's something really cool about walking in the shoes of a Kung Fu master. No, I didn't steal the shoes of Bruce Lee but I think I may have something that's close enough.

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My breast friend.

Finally after waiting for so long, I can now cross out one more thing on my bucket list. I was invited to a small and intimate gathering to listen and talk about breastfeeding.

Nevermind that I don't have any breasts. Or milk. I have gumption! And an inquisitive mind eager to learn all about the mysteries and wonder of breastfeeding and what it means for us guys.

On with the show!

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Sunshine on my shoulders.

I've been watching this video for the past few days. 1, it's a beautiful song. And 2, it has this magical calming effect on my baby. No matter how hard my baby is crying, I play this video and .... silence. It's like magic.

Sarap mag OT.

Last night, I was carrying my child to sleep. The lullaby song played for the millionth time in the darkness. That day I was tired. (Well, aren't we all.) But my left arm was beginning to ache even when I wasn't carrying my 20 pound little boy. But this was the homestretch to another long day. Normally, I'd be irritable at this point. Impatiently waiting for the boys to fall asleep so I could have some time with the wife or to myself, if our brains were still functioning.

There's nothing to fix in you.

My wife sometimes tells me she wishes she had her pre-pregnancy, pre-birth body back. It's a sensitive topic no doubt not just to her but to a lot of women. So I do my best to say as little as possible. "mmm" and "uh-huh" are usually safe answers and I'm sticking to 'em. Then I look away as if thinking about something really deep. In reality, I'm just hoping that the topic changes STAT.