One More While We're At It

I hijacked this from my pal MDP's FB status...

I am overwhelmed by the the generosity of my friends -- THANK YOU to everyone who has donated so far and for all the kind words and encouragement! It means so much to me...

This September I will be walking in the MS Walk: Cape Cod Challenge Walk 2012 for hope that we can win this fight against MS! I will be walking 50 miles over 3 days. I chose to walk for those who sometimes can’t. The funds raised from the MS Challenge Walk will not only support research to help create a world free of Multiple Sclerosis, but also provide programs which address the needs of hundreds of thousands of people living with MS right now. I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis in March 2006. I just passed my 6 year anniversary and I am fortunate that my diagnosis has been mostly positive and I am living a happy and healthy life with MS. There are many others, however, who are not as fortunate and struggle with their daily lives because of this disease. The progress, severity, and specific symptoms of MS are unpredictable and vary from one person to another. Today, new treatments and advances in research are giving new hope to the 400,000 Americans and 2.5 million people worldwide who are affected by this disease. The definite cause of MS is unknown and there is no cure.

I am humbly asking for a donation to help this cause that is so close to my heart. Any amount, great or small, helps to make a difference in the lives of people with MS. You can make a donation online - just click on my personal webpage listed below.

If you would like any information on doing this walk with me, please feel free to email me! I appreciate all your love and support and thank you from the bottom of my heart!!


Go to here to check it out:  http://main.nationalmssociety.org

Three Worthy Causes

From time to time, we like to advertise charity events that are near and dear to our family and friends.  If you want to publicize anything important to you, just let us know and we're happy to help.

Today, we have three great events to announce.  Here they are, in date order...

June 25, 2012 - D.A.D.S. (Dads Appreciating Down Syndrome) Golf Tournament at Easton Country Club.  Last year, my group of guys was one of the largest to attend.  The tourney was a great success and one of the best fundraisers for D.A.D.S. in 2011.  We would love to have you on the course for 2012 whether you are a ringer or a hack such as myself.  Fellow worker bees, keep in mind that this is on a Monday - a great day to catch a sudden cold.

Click here to access the registration form: http://www.dadsmass.org/.

July 8, 2012 - Hannah's House fundraiser at the Mad River Marathon in Vermont.  Don't worry, you don't have to run a full marathon if you don't want to.  In fact, you don't have to run at all.  Volunteers and/or donors are welcome.

The T family ventured up north to take in the event from the Martell headquarters last summer.  Looks like  we're taking the F.U.V. to shoot the gap and make an encore trip.

Click here to find out how you can participate in the fundraiser: http://go.madmimi.com/.

Click here to learn more about Hannah's House: www.hannahshousevt.com.

August 12, 2012 - MDSC New Balance Falmouth Road Race in Cape Cod.  Gus' physical therapist and good buddy Kristie has totally surprised us with her announcement that she will be running to raise money for Massachusetts Down Syndrome Congress in August's honor.  How amazing is that!?  Please make a contribution to support Kristie's efforts.

Click here to check it out: http://mdsc.kintera.org/.

Thanks everybody.

Another Hodgepodge

Snooze, You Lose

Like an endangered species or glaciers in Greenland, Greta’s nap is sadly but naturally dissipating into extinction.  Back in the day, she used to crush a one to two hour morning siesta, wake up with a yawn for lunch, then Rip Van Winkle for another three hours before rousing for dinner, followed by a bath, and then sleep for the night from eight to seven.  Now, we’re only getting an hour or two every few days.  Oh well, we had a good run.

Before kids, I never realized the multiple values of a nap.  When we only had Gigi, the siesta break was a time to relax, do chores, or otherwise restore our sanity.  Gus’ arrival didn’t change the routine too much because his sleep schedule eventually mirrored Greta’s.  Once THE WIFE and I got outnumbered with Tilly's arrival, though, all hell seems to have broken loose in our afternoon routines.

Like anyone in a union who needs that precious 15-minute coffee break at 9 a.m. come hell or high water, THE WIFE and I need that effing nap for our kids after lunch.  Hell, I think schools should allow smoking in their teacher’s lounges again for an afternoon smoke after the crap they must put up with in a typical day.  I have never smoked nor do I have an interest, but there are days with the kids when I imagine sucking back on a Pall Mall is probably a more relaxing alternative than trying to herd three kids through a meal, diaper/potty break, and/or an outfit change.

The other major drawback for the loss of a nap is the effect it has on the back end of our day.  By the time our family dinners are coming to a close, I've inevitably had a passionate debate with Greta where I've argued seriously about why she needs to wear pants and underwear during a meal.  When the house is finally quiet and I'm sitting on the couch drinking our nightly box of white zin, I'll look back and think "Did I really have that argument with Greta?"  

At least Gus and Tills are still napping.

FCC at The House of T

As most everyone knows – or at least I like to think so – one of my few  talents in life is making mix tapes (now known as “playlists” for those born after 1990.)  My newest mix  “R.I.P. Fishy T” is possibly one of the best I’ve ever constructed. 

The opening song, though, is one that may not actually be appropriate for the children.  The song is “Young, Wild & Free” by Wiz Khalifa and the immortal Snoop Dogg.  You’ve probably heard it on 94.5 or Kiss 108 on the Boston dials.  I think Providence’s equivalent is like Hot 96 or something like that.

Anyway, the hook is super catchy.  (The little piano riff is a bit reminiscent of “Damn It Feels Good to be a Gangsta”  by Geto Boys and memorable for the scene in Office Space when they take a bat to the printer.)  But the lyrics are, well, not exactly sending a message I want imparted in any of our kids’ minds.  Here’s a sample and by the way, I feel extremely white writing this so just imagine I’m speaking in a voice like Carlton from Fresh Prince.

So what we get drunk.

So what we smoke weed…

Roll one.  Smoke one. 

When you live like this you’re supposed to party.

Roll one.  Smoke one.  And we all just having fun.

On a scale of inappropriate parenting with one being say, giving a child an M&M, and ten just being Kate Gosselin or the Kardashians’ mother, where do THE WIFE and I stand with this one if we allow the song to remain?  Have I finally transitioned to super unhip dad if I delete this from the killer playlist?  Or am I simply just doing what one of the Real Housewives neglect to do with their own children who are doomed to grow up screwed up? 

For the time being, I’m keeping the playlist intact and taking the poor parenting points.  When the song comes on, THE WIFE and I start singing in make pretend Vietnamese loud enough to drown out the objectionable lyrics.  We let the innocent parts play uncensored.  The minute we hear Greta singing about rolling one, then I suppose we’ll have to implement a Taliban rule of order indefinitely on the music front.

The First Ever Guest Blog Post, by Kristen Frazier

Foreward: Kristen lives in Duxbury with her husband and their two boys. She and THE WIFE go all the way back to the third grade. She writes the same way that she talks: rapid fire funny, so pay attention and you won't miss anything.

When my friend Den asked me to guest write on his blog, I think it’s safe to say I peed a little … well maybe a lot, but in defense of myself I was 8 weeks postpartum … and you know … stuff was going on … down there. Dennis' blog is my favorite weekly read, second only to Us Weekly but I mean, that’s my bible…and primary news source. His blog as you all know is witty, eloquent, honest and insightful. But by far my favorite part of his writing is his ability to completely capture his wife, one of my best friends "since the third grade" Michelle. Shell, Shelly, Shelly with the Smelly Belly, Cooney-bird … you catch my drift.

To say he "gets" her is a vast understatement and I appreciate that more than he will ever know. She is real, quirky, fun, and dramatic … in a physical sort of way ... think Elaine from Seinfeld. You might want to steer clear if you have something shocking to tell her, she will push you over shouting "Shut up.” Or if you dare to tell her something she finds amusing she shouts, "Stop! NO! I Can't, I Can't.” To know her is to love her and he does and he DOES. And I in turn love that about him. He is the guy you hope your best friend marries. He had me at - well, he had me at that atlas in his back pocket at a 30th birthday party. Yes Jess, the one you got carried out of - Jess is a code name by the way - for Jessica C*nn. Anyway, I digress.

Not long after I first met him we were at a party and he and his best friend would periodically whip an atlas out of their back pockets to quiz each other on world geography. Having been a secret member of the nerd herd for years, I was a smitten kitten. The rest is history, and three kids later … nicely played Den, nicely played. Your wife, your best decision to date, but hey, I might be biased.

So 8 weeks postpartum and I was feeling like I hit the literary lottery. Guest blog … duh, I would be honored, let me get right on that. I mean, this was my second kid, veteran mom, right? Old hat. Except, no.

In the 5 years since I had my last baby, there was a whole new world of verbiage I had to get down. For example, now I had to stock my nursery with the Wubanub (pacifier attached to a stuffed animal), Swaddle me (straight jacket), Woombie (more intense straight jacket), Taggie (what it sounds like), Sophie the giraffe (can we call it what it is, a dog toy?) and the Hooter Hider. Hide the Hooters? I used to flash the hooters, now I gotta hide them? Sadly, yes. They no longer warrant flashing.

What happened to the simplistic parenting of yester year? You've all heard the stories. Your grandmother used a drawer for a bassinet. There was no sleep sack. Blankets were warm, probably hand knit by Nana, and not a suffocation probability. Car seat? Hell no. They put you in a bucket that would slide across the bench-like back seat of the Pontiac. No worries. Now us moms hear of a friend who faced her car seat around before the one year mark and we all “tsk tsk” and shake heads. And, the car seat’s not even approved by Consumer Report. The horror! I know, I know, it’s two years now. Got it.

What have we done as modern day parents? Or more specifically, as modern day moms? Things are complicated. Are we are own worst enemies? Channeling Carrie Bradshaw in a mommy sort of way here, but the question remains, when did things get so complicated?

For example, I'm a scrapbooker. There. I said it. Wow, that was liberating. On a cool scale, it's about a negative 5, but I actually happen to enjoy it. Or I did, until baby number two came along, when I realized that Dylan had 12, yes 12 scrapbooks and now, Grayson would require 12, yes 12 scrapbooks by age 5 to keep it equal. That’s a lot of scrapping pressure. Not to mention the narcissism. Must we capture every first? First smile, first food, first piddle on the potty. I'm pretty sure my mom bronzed a shoe, snipped a lock of hair, stuffed it in my baby book, and called it a day. Simple right?

Now you've got to scrapbook, schedule play dates, feed your kids organically, make sure your kid knows at least a few words of a foreign language (while you pretend he did not in fact learn those words from Dora), and so on and so on. Lord help you if you are not training for a triathlon in the interim. Two words not in our moms’ vocabulary, Book Club. And in these days, it's so easy to spot the moms who are falling apart, busting at the seams. Those are the moms whose diaper bags are now doubling as their pocket book - gasp - from the crowd.

So, why? Why not keep it simple stupid? I mean, I grew up on Little Debbie snack cakes and I'm mostly ok. I said mostly, I know this isn't an anonymous post. Well, I guess it’s because our generation of moms … we know better. We want better. We are educated moms who truly want the best for our children, while still having a life of our own. We want our kids to have the best and we want to know we did our best. At the end of the day, we all want to lay our head down on the pillow, sans Ambien, Xanax, or wine, and hope, hope we are not screwing these kids up too bad.

Sorry about throwing you under the bus Jess. I was just jealous you were light enough to get carried out! That marathon training does wonders…..

Next Post Preview: Guest Blogger

Much like Madonna of years past and Lady Gaga more recently, Daddio De Novo is constantly trying to reinvent itself. Okay maybe that's a bit of hyperbole but behind the scenes from time to time, the editors at D.D.N. have requested contributions from others who expressed interest in sharing their thoughts.

As a result, I am happy to report that we will have our first ever post from a guest blogger in the very near future. The anticipated deadline for publication is midnight tonight, but the Mommio De Novo (or whatever title she decides to give herself) is a freelance artist so we may be a bit more flexible considering that Easter Bunny duties may interfere as she has two little ones of her own.

Perhaps this infusion of a different perspective will inspire others to submit other posts for publication? We shall see. In the interim, stay tuned for the next post...