I can't help but feel sad today

I just don't get how people think. I don't understand their reasoning and I don't understand their choices. It makes me sad. I'm sure that I'm not the only one feeling that way today. Maybe a couple of nights of sleep will make things better, or just seem less mad.

It's a crazy mixed up world we live in.

We can make it better. We have to. For us, for our kids, for everyone. But I think that it's okay if we take a couple of days off first.

The kids are awesome, except when they're not

The kids are a lot of fun. They make me laugh, and occasionally I can make them laugh too. At least when I don't have a headache. Or if they're hangry, sleepy, ill, etc.

I'm enjoying being a dad. I'm enjoying this time in their life, maybe because I know that it's such a fleeting time. So fragile, beautiful, and gone so soon. So much like a bubble. And then they'll be a new person, a new bubble that we can enjoy.

A perfect bubble...

... is best shared with...

... the ones that we love.

The world's gone mad

While half watching the election results going on in the US, I can only assume that the world has gone mad with the results being so close. The person that I think should win should clearly be the winner - why would anyone vote for the other one?

The world makes no sense. It gives me a headache.


Let's see how things are tomorrow. Maybe it's better than I fear.
Maybe.

Holy crap, 3 kids are a lot of work

Who would have guessed that 3 kids are a lot of work? 2.5 months, 2.5 years, and almost 5. I'm tired a lot of the time, but it's getting better. I'm trying to figure out the whole being a parent thing, but it's hard. I feel that Laura is a couple of steps ahead of me all the time. I guess it's those parenting books she reads. I find them so dry. Maybe if they added in a spaceship or mysterious artifact or something I'd be able to read it.

What helps? Coffee obviously. The occasional beer. And the fact that our kids are super cute (except when they are not). It's hard not to love such cute and intelligent little humans.

What I'd do if I was super rich

Don't get me wrong, but I'm happy as is. Things are fine, but not like "having a private jet to fly to our 3rd summer home" kind of fine.

But what would I do if we had more money? Other than not going back to my desk job?

I'd have a staff. Someone would do a lot of the cooking / food shopping. Someone would clean. Someone would manage the house and cars and do things like renewal of licenses, book trips, get things fixed by contractors, etc. I described this to Laura and she said "so, it would be like living in a hotel?". I guess that it would. I'd have all day and night just to do the fun stuff. You would literally be buying fun and good health.

Now I just have to figure out how to get this done without having to resort to using a magic monkey paw.

Looking forward to it, but going to be sad at the same time

At some point we're going to start getting rid of this kid stuff. It will be the last time we use it. The last time for a baby swing, a high chair, etc. The last time for a book, a toy.

I'm going to be sad. I'm sad right now thinking about it.

But we'll have to get rid of it. It takes up space, and we only have so much space and we'll need it to for the next round of Stuff™ that we will buy.

Of course there are things that I won't want to get rid of. But what will I do with them? When will they be used again? I doubt that Ben and Nina will have a kid at this point. I don't really know anyone at work that could us this stuff. At least not yet. Maybe Laura will know someone at work? I don't know.

It will be a difficult purge, that I know.

My daddy!

Isaac has this awesome thing that he does right now. He runs over, wraps you in a crushing hug and then says "MY DADDY!" (or mommy, or whatever). Then he gives a hug smile, leans back, then leans in for another crushing hug and then repeats. It's awesome.

Of course when I'm hugging him back I'm saying "MY ISAAC!".

I love my kids. It's nice to know that they love me back.

He wants to ride his bike
He wants to ride his bicycle
He wants to ride it where he likes