Wednesday, November 24, 2010

On Being Thankful


For the roof over my head, the food on my plate and the clothes on my back.

These luxuries are really all I need.

These luxuries and the love of my family.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 19, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Puttin' It Out There

When I moved here five years ago I landed a great position doing something I wasn't qualified to do. How? It's all about connections and who you know, right? I knew the right people and the timing was spot on. I have worked my ass off for five years and I must say I am paid accordingly for it. Now, my hourly pay isn't spectacular but for the area I live in I make pretty decent money, more than most people I know. Hell, I make more than aunt does and she has worked for the school district for almost twenty years.

When Chip moved here four years ago he landed a job with the county doing something he was qualified to do. He knew not a single person outside of my family. No connections. He worked his ass off for a few days and was let go. Not long after that he found another job, one he was also qualified for. Again, let go within a couple of weeks of starting. Both jobs paid...shit, to be quite honest. He attempted to start his own fencing company but the economy took a dive.

Then I got pregnant.

Chip has been the stay at home parent for the past two years, almost three. He is a damn fine daddy.

Yes, I am defending him. Why? Apparently, other people, people who don't even hold down jobs, and haven't for months or years, find fault with Chip. They blame him for not supporting his family. They talk shit about the way we function as a family, about what works for us.

Hayden is not in day care. We are in no rush to put her in day care. We will live the next three years exactly like we are living now and we will be fine with it. If Chip is still a stay at home dad when Hayden starts kindergarten, so be it. If it were me staying home and he had a well paying job people wouldn't think twice about our arrangement. Why is that?

Why is a man looked at like he is less of a man when he stays home with his child? Why do people make rude comments, mumble under their breath? Someone has to take care of the baby. It seems feasible that it would be the parent who cannot find and maintain decent employment.

What also pisses me off is that the people who direct their energy at making Chip feel this big are people who wouldn't make it a week at home with a baby/toddler. Most of them are men. Most women sympathize and would never cast such stones.

There are times that I laugh it off, the bullshit. I can see those times coming to an end. Sick and tired of it, I am. Done, I am.

Chip is a truly passionate daddy. Hayden is a lucky girl. We are lucky that we are in the position that my job allows us to be in. It's hard, damn it's hard, we aren't saving a dime. We are raising our little girl to the best of our ability and we are doing a damn fine job! All the haters can suck a sticky-with-sweat ball sack! And I mean that.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Hayden Henry

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

What She Said

Hayden has definitely crossed the threshold into the "terrifically terrible twos!"
To be expected, I know.

She truly is a pistol...and fuuuuuny! For the most part anyway.

She seeks out trouble and is happy to find it. Too bad she could win a Tony for her performance when we drop a heavy dose of discipline on her.

This age is heavy, hard, handsomely rewarding and I wouldn't have it any other way.

With that said, two quick stories (told to me by Chip):

One day last week Chip was changing Hayden's pull-up, she had peed. While doing so he remarked that something smelled like chicken noodle soup.

"I farted," she hooted!


A little while later Chip decided to square up with the little stinker. Of course, he did what any daddy would do who just choked on his daughter's fart. While walking from the living room to the kitchen he farted, knowing she would be coming that way in mere seconds. One...two...three...

"Puppy pooped," she proclaimed!


Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Hall-O-Weeeeee! NO!

Funny how a day creeps up on you. Halloween was a couple of months away, then BAM!, the next day it's sitting on my porch, right beside a little girl that calls me mama. One that is waiting for me to put fins on her mermaid skirt.

The plan was to take Hayden to a costume party at my brother's house. Costume Party = Success
After the party we were going to take her to a trunk-or-treat/festival at the church just down the road. Trunk-or-Treat = Failure

The trunk-or-treat was not a trunk-or-treat. We realized this after parking the car and not seeing a single trunk nor treat. The festivities were inside, which at first seemed just fine (we'll take the candy however they want to give it to us). Upon entering the recreation hall we noticed that the church members had set up a not very haunted house. A black curtain hung in the doorway that lead to three ladies, not in costume mind you, sitting in chairs and handing out candy, GOOD candy! Well, Hayden took one look at the black curtain, heard the somewhat scary music and recognized that the lights were dim and started whimpering and saying, "I don't want to go in there, I don't want to go in there."

I carried her in (because I like to clean shitty diapers) and sat her down next to the candy. Tootsie rolls! Her favorite! Not that night, NO! Again, "I don't want to go in there."

I picked my little mermaid back up and carried her out. Our score = 1 Handful of Candy

So it goes.

There is always next year.