Today we had a campfire. We flipped through an old campfire cook book to see what they looked like and then the kids piled in the red wagon. We went to the oak woods on the back lot. My daughter loved watching everything and my son went around grabbing every stick in sight and lightly put it on the fire, just like I taught him. We learned about fire safety, how to put sticks on the fire and how to identify brown and dry sticks that would be good to burn. We would have roasted marshmallows but we had a tantrum earlier so we lost our "special treat". There was lots of poison ivy but that will be a lesson for another day, I am hoping we made it out ok. We also found 3 frogs under a log and got to hold one. That was a big hit.
Be me. Shitposting after dinner. Wife in charge of kids till bedtime. Kids want dance party, but Valentine's Day theme. Then the children decide to take their pants off for a "no pants dance party".
4 year old gyrating on the coffee table wearing only underwear to "love shack".
I just got back from a new customer. They need a dozen of extruders networked to their main hub. The Mrs has been holding down the fort quite well and the boys have been trying her abilities this entire past week/weekend.
I have not been away this long since the boys have been born, I don't like it. I just want the father's here who do go on extended trips often to know that my heart goes out to you and I admire your resolve.
Remember to give your wives time off and plow her proper if you can excuse the crass language lol!
I couldn't do all this without my partner in crime.
Initially, this sounds like a good parenting method as it builds resilience and problem solving but I don't think this is good parenting, and I think it is very lazy. There is a whole book called anti-fragile that is a good read and I would recommend. I am not advocating for helicopter parenting or raising soft children, but after a certain point of struggle, they fail to learn the best way to tackle a problem. You need to let them struggle and then support with giving them chain of thought process in order to solve the problem.
What is going on? Everywhere I look people are so incredibly feminised. The church, the schools, the public, public and private corporations... women, women, niggers, and women. Where are the strong men.. on the shop floors, with their local nigger bitch giving them orders.
I think my local gun range is the ONLY place I can find actual men.
I don't know what to think about them. Are they worth the tuition? I went to public school and it was fine for me but maybe there are benefits I don't know about. I know, this is exactly the private school crowd but maybe some of you have had experience.
He was screaming "daddy angry! Daddy angry" as I tried to get him ready for bed. I had to leave the room for a moment before I taught him "daddy enraged".
My oldest son just past the two year mark last month. He's begun to excitedly shout "Daddy!" As he comes running to greet me with a hug every morning.
The best response his mother receives is an emphatic "Mama!" acompanied by a hug when he wants food.
I've tried telling her it's great that way because the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but she's not buying it.
Have any of you gentlemen faced this and how did you handle it? I'd like to help ease her mind because this boy clearly loves us both dearly.
She still feels rejected even though he hugs her with great passion daily as well.
Editorial thanks:
This was all helpful, everyone's input has been what I needed to make sure she's shown that she's doing an amazing job, even if she thinks otherwise. Thank you all
I have been working with the kids to make birdhouses for the family for Christmas. They usually take a few months between the building and painting and such. Last year we made standard wooden houses but I think this year we will use PVC with some plugs on each end.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
So we got in the garage today and put together some fence to keep the rabbits out of the garden, and we also started on the firestarters for next winter. I have some old candles that will go in an old crock pot and then we will dip some cardboard, sawdust, cedar, and dryer lint. When it dries, we will have some nice firestarters. But of course, the candles will melt faster if we smashed them first which is what we did. We used "big" hammers (ball-peen) and it was great fun. The boy loved it. We will get out the crockpot at a later date. There was one haunnakka candle from the thrift shop and it had an empty center. I laughed out loud.
One day, I will hear "look what I found!!!" For the last time.
