Click To Be Amazed

A Neo-Dad blog built on rambling thoughts, sudden wisdom, and a double shot of goofiness.

Thirzdai Things.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?

Nah, j/k j/k.

You ever get that feeling where you can see someone or something across the room and immediately envision what the world looks like from their perspective? No? Yes? I’m a weirdo?

I can’t eat fish. It’s too goldie.
- Mr. Max said this as he was watching the part in Harry in the Henderson’s when Harry gulps down some of the Henderson’s goldfish.  Ha!  I wish I couldn’t eat any food of any color for a bit.  I’d maintain my figure by doing so.
Throwback Thursday!
This was my first dog.  GIBSON BROWN was an amazing pup.  He was goofy and loving and warm.  I loved that dog.  Here he is donning his most fashionable Independence Day headgear.  He was a trooper.

Throwback Thursday!

This was my first dog.  GIBSON BROWN was an amazing pup.  He was goofy and loving and warm.  I loved that dog.  Here he is donning his most fashionable Independence Day headgear.  He was a trooper.

growinguplast:

I posted this quick audio snippet a couple of weeks ago after watching Kill Bill with my husband. We realized that this murderous revenge music is pretty much exactly the sound that floods my head when we are pushed to the very edge by our toddler. It’s the sound I hear when I walk into a room  and it’s been given a yogurt makeover and Harry’s banging on pots and pans and then he suddenly he kicks me in the shin while laughing maniacally. 

Seriously, take a listen. It’s a the perfect accompaniment to a Chernobyl level parenting meltdown. It’s the only auditory response to the chaos of a toddler.

When I hear that music it’s time to stop everything. It’s time to physically move my toddler and myself out of the room. We both get timeouts in separate rooms. If he screams, the door gets shut. This song is a warning flag. Usually after a 2-3 minute break I’m able to chill out and deal like a rational person with my irrational yogurt-covered child. 

This week we’re talking about horrible, no good, very bad days. Mine are few and far between. I have horrible, no good, very bad hours. Harry’s cornered the market on whole days of being crabtastic. 

So, after determining it’s not hunger/thirst, tiredness or illness pissing him off I run through this list to break the mood: 

  1. Has he gotten outside today? My high energy, active child needs to get some fresh air every day. Winter is tough around here. If he’s whining we go outside. 
  2. Pop him in the tub. I like a relaxing bath. While I wouldn’t call his bath relaxing, it does help his mood. Bonus points if you have glow sticks to throw in there. 
  3. Start reading a book. I pick a book from the shelf and start reading out loud. Pretty soon, I’ve got a buddy snuggled up attentively listening. 
  4. Bake/cook something. Harry likes to be a helper in the kitchen. He takes it seriously. If I offer to make a treat with him, he usually perks up and puts on the listening ears. 
  5. If all else fails: Feel, Deal and Heal. It’s tough love (not too tough, after all he’s just 2). It’s letting him alone in his grumpiness and letting him figure it out. I’m not always going to be there to save him from a bad mood. Part of growing up is self regulation. Resiliency is best learned early.And with love. 

With any luck we get through the grumps. Mine and his. 

- Kellie (themamalogues)

Great tips set to a perfect soundtrack!  Love it..,

GPOYW.
The-Sometimes-You-Feel-Like-An-Iconic-70s-Lady-Hero Edition.

GPOYW.

The-Sometimes-You-Feel-Like-An-Iconic-70s-Lady-Hero Edition.

themamalogues:

adventuresintralalala:

kimber-leigh:

not-the-mom:

how2beadad:

I’m ashamed to admit mine was Wings with Paul McCartney. Not very punk rock. But I made up for it in the subsequent 25 years. How about you?

James Taylor with my mom. On my own? The Clash at Red Rocks.

New Kids on the Block was my first concert…I remember making “I love you Donnie!” signs in glitter paint and screaming pretty much through the entire show.

New Kids on the Block in second grade. Pretty sure I’ve been chasing that high ever since

New Kids on the Block. 7th grade. That started my meh feelings about concerts. Meh. 

I went country with my mother.  We saw Patty Loveless at The Arlington Theater in Santa Barbara.  I wore a turquoise encrusted bolo tie. 

themamalogues:

adventuresintralalala:

kimber-leigh:

not-the-mom:

how2beadad:

I’m ashamed to admit mine was Wings with Paul McCartney. Not very punk rock. But I made up for it in the subsequent 25 years. How about you?

James Taylor with my mom. On my own? The Clash at Red Rocks.

New Kids on the Block was my first concert…I remember making “I love you Donnie!” signs in glitter paint and screaming pretty much through the entire show.

New Kids on the Block in second grade. Pretty sure I’ve been chasing that high ever since

New Kids on the Block. 7th grade. That started my meh feelings about concerts. Meh. 

I went country with my mother.  We saw Patty Loveless at The Arlington Theater in Santa Barbara.  I wore a turquoise encrusted bolo tie. 

Truesday: All Lined Up

I enjoy and think very highly of my key ring.  The keys must be in ascending order according to their length, and their “teeth” must face the same direction.  

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