All in Family
I'm the take-out king and damn proud of it. There's an art to ordering and finding those diamonds in the neighborhood rough that can bring food-goodness to your doorstep in 45 minutes or less, every time, no matter what you order.
We've taken a bit of a break from ordering out because we've been diligent about food shopping. Not this week though. We've had such a busy go at our daily lives with some curve balls throw in that we've had to order a few times this week. It's gotten to the point where my kids are deciding what they want to eat per "where we are ordering from."
So without any further adieu, here are some wise tips I've passed or will pass along to my girls about how to be a taken out jedi.
Recently, my family has experienced the joys of the healthcare system. I won't get into details, but in one instance, a family member has had to visit the hospital on more occasions than one cares to over a month a half period. The end result all being the same: a conclusion, but one that's fairly uncertain and worrisome as time goes on.
Now, I don't pretend to be a healthcare whiz. I leave that up to this guy (client). What I do know is that I pay a ton of money to have coverage and that when I need it, I just want it to work. When you have kids, the "working" part is very important.
There's nothing worse than having to schlep your kids into the ER at 2am because of a severe fever or on a Sunday afternoon (during a Pats game) after your kid takes a header down a flight of stairs. Either way, you expect to be taken care of immediately and you expect all the attention in the world. However, that's not the case.
We've all been there so we know that cases in the ER are treated by virtue of severity. A fever that can be controlled by some Tylenol is not as urgent as a gushing head wound on a two year old. When we are in these situations, however, that rationale goes out the window.
However, imagine if that rationale were to play out in other areas of our every days lives?
Originally posted at Every Other Thursday
When you have kids, your main goal in life is to not screw up theirs and if you can sprinkle in some wisdom, college tuition and the car keys from time to time, you're golden. However, in my household, I am the king of useless information that can make or break a day, a week, a month or a lifetime. Once such nugget of info I plan to share with my kids when they get old enough to appreciate is the sheer genius around what makes a good meatball parm.
Bare with me for just a second.
Earlier this week, I posted some tips to my brother who was expecing his first kid. Well, baby Samantha is on the scene and as I watched him and his wife in the hospital room, it reminded me of all the little things that have been pushed deep down into the memory bank.
Without further adieu, here are some memories that I am sure other dads out there will remember:
Originally posted over at Every Other Thursday.
I am the oldest of two kids. This month, I'll be seven years deep in marriage and my wife and I have two kids. My closest comrade is my younger brother; five years younger to be exact. Today he'll be experiencing what I have experienced two times over -- fatherhood. In honor of my little bro's journey on the big blue ocean in the little dingy called parenting, here are some tips to help him navigate:
- The first few weeks will be joyous hell. What I mean is that your home will be blessed with this little bundle of joy that will wreak havoc on your routines and sleeping patterns. You'll never do anything the same nor sleep normal again. However, just stare at your baby girl for a few minutes and you'll forget about going to work on three hours sleep.