Am I going to be a shitty dad? Or am I just pooped! Or am I trying too hard?
An example of my Sunday morning with my son:
Son: “Wake up Daddy” “Wake up” constantly prodding me with his cute toes
__ barely awake and lifeless I crawl up
Daddy: “Come on boo-boo time to poop” except I have to get creative “wanna ride on Daddy elephant _ Phhhhhht (half-hearted elephant sound) “Mommy needs to sleep”
Son: “No, No Way _ Mommy Nai Nai (aka more mommy’s boob)
Daddy: trying a little harder hoist my son on to my shoulder – come on daddy will read you Nemo’s book
And off to the bathroom we go – we are off to do our morning father son – ritual.
Daddy: “Hey do you want to read about Baby Gruffalo?” (On a side note: these were some of the books we bought from the UK.. and I am soo happy to report that he loves about 3 of them... including the Gruffalo and the Monkey Puzzle. If you haven't tried these authors go right ahead. I love them :D
Son: “Yeah Daddy” (Yes he is starting to say Yeaaaaa instead of Yes)
After reading Nemo and Grufalo father and son score touchdowns and daddy cleans up Boo-Boo.
We head down stairs to brush our teeth and make breakfassst.
While washing toothbrush and adding toothpaste –
Daddy: “Erik want to show Daddy your sharp shark teeth (say that 10 times really fast) – Ok how about showing me your tiger teeth now say ROAR” more brushing ok – now how about showing me your snake like tongue… all done. Now do you want to make breakfast with Daddy?”
Son: “YEAAAA”
Placing him on counter _ very unsafe…
Daddy runs to fridge to get eggs w/Omega 3, milk, cheese and honey ham (Erik’s version of scrambled Eggs) Erik proceeds to help me put the ingredients together. We sample the ham together to make sure it is still good.
Some days I get lucky and some days like this morning he won’t eat a bite. It has to be close to what he is used to eating can’t be burnt.
While he is eating I get him dressed. And we head out to fairy tale town while Erik watches Dora in the back. He is enjoys about 15 minutes of watering the sensory garden at the center, where he waters some poor green onions to their watery death. I have been trying to get Erik to use the blue watering can instead of the pink watering can. After running all over the place and hour and twenty minutes later he is done and wants to get on Daddy elephant shoulders instead of the new jungle umbrella stroller we just bought as he would not get off it at the baby store.
On the way home just before he is about to fall asleep – we head to China buffet for more crabs seeing how well he did the other night. But alas he ate a few cauliflowers and half a shrimp with some grapes and then we were off home.
Erik falls asleep – and when he gets home I try and hold him while he sleeps and just as I am about to fall unconscious with my son he wakes up…. And the madness begins…..
Ok this is getting long (Daddy got to get back to work) So off to the aquarium aka local fish store where he runs all over the place… on the way back he spots Jamba Juice store from a van going at 35 miles per hour I know I need to go slower. So a quick pit stop – our favorite Peach Perfection and we are off to the park. Ok I don’t mean to be petty but what the heck is up with our local park and the influx of Russian families who buy giant motorized Humvees and never look at their kids – who trust me have no freaking driving skills
Erik: “Baby car” and proceeds to run towards this monstrous yellow truck all this while the Dad or Grandpa or really old father and his cheap jewelry is busy yapping on his cell phone.
Daddy: Hoist my son back on my shoulders scowls my mean Asian scowl at the dude and proceeds to the smaller park – “After we play on the swing – we will go home and you can play in Daddy’s car it’s much bigger than that car”
Back home – we go with Mommy to eat Thai food – again teaching our son to be adventurous. On a side note – we get people coming into the restaurant saying yeah I heard Thai food is spicy – maybe I will eat the sesame chicken instead… See what I mean – I do want Erik to be open to different foods. But then another potty adventure begins. As most of you know we have been on this potty topic for a while – Erik let’s us know when he wants to go to potty – even if it is peeing.
Mommy: “Take Erik to potty – “
Daddy: (WT__) “In a public bathroom?” so off to the bathroom we go _ holding son in one arm I proceed to place the bathroom protector on the seat – very hard to do with squirming son. So after great balance _ I manage to prop him on the seat (I have to still hold him since the toilet seat too big) it’s just pee pee. So back to the dinner table where he proceeds to screw with my brains –
Son: “Daddy more poo-poo” Back to the Bathroom we go….. mommy comes along for support. Nothing... just him seeing how much he can mess with us.
After dinner we head home – the little guy is tired… I am tired and Mommy is pooped. Mommy: “Give him a bath.”
So of too the bathroom _ where son wants to jump in bathtub –
Daddy: After learning from past mistakes – “Son do you want to sit on potty _ and read the Sea Creature book”
Son: “Yeaaaaa, Daddy (Chue Mum mum book) he wants to read the book on food” While taking a poop. *We do that a lot in our family read about food on the toilet.
After poop we jump into the bathroom. Erik loves his new Crayola Bubble making machine and swimming and kicking his legs about in the water. So after bath – we get him dressed and read him some books – but this Sunday he was pooped – had his mommy’s milk and I think went to sleep. Daddy folds clothes and gets lunch ready for son’s school. Manages about 1hr and 30 mins of alone time – Some basketball and his favorite show DIRT.
NOTE: this is not how a usual weekend days go – Mommy is usually in the picture but we were double triple booked. I think we need to say NO to some events. Yes Mommy does a lot of the chores – which includes breastfeeding for the last 2 years, holding a full time job doing god only knows what at Intel, getting her master degree from Sac State, helping out with SWE (Society of Women Engineers) and meeting the demands of son and daddy. On most nights _ I am usually pooped out from not doing anything challenging at work.. where I usually end up watching TV or surfing the web.
Son: “Wake up Daddy” “Wake up” constantly prodding me with his cute toes
__ barely awake and lifeless I crawl up
Daddy: “Come on boo-boo time to poop” except I have to get creative “wanna ride on Daddy elephant _ Phhhhhht (half-hearted elephant sound) “Mommy needs to sleep”
Son: “No, No Way _ Mommy Nai Nai (aka more mommy’s boob)
Daddy: trying a little harder hoist my son on to my shoulder – come on daddy will read you Nemo’s book
And off to the bathroom we go – we are off to do our morning father son – ritual.
Daddy: “Hey do you want to read about Baby Gruffalo?” (On a side note: these were some of the books we bought from the UK.. and I am soo happy to report that he loves about 3 of them... including the Gruffalo and the Monkey Puzzle. If you haven't tried these authors go right ahead. I love them :D
Son: “Yeah Daddy” (Yes he is starting to say Yeaaaaa instead of Yes)
After reading Nemo and Grufalo father and son score touchdowns and daddy cleans up Boo-Boo.
We head down stairs to brush our teeth and make breakfassst.
While washing toothbrush and adding toothpaste –
Daddy: “Erik want to show Daddy your sharp shark teeth (say that 10 times really fast) – Ok how about showing me your tiger teeth now say ROAR” more brushing ok – now how about showing me your snake like tongue… all done. Now do you want to make breakfast with Daddy?”
Son: “YEAAAA”
Placing him on counter _ very unsafe…
Daddy runs to fridge to get eggs w/Omega 3, milk, cheese and honey ham (Erik’s version of scrambled Eggs) Erik proceeds to help me put the ingredients together. We sample the ham together to make sure it is still good.
Some days I get lucky and some days like this morning he won’t eat a bite. It has to be close to what he is used to eating can’t be burnt.
While he is eating I get him dressed. And we head out to fairy tale town while Erik watches Dora in the back. He is enjoys about 15 minutes of watering the sensory garden at the center, where he waters some poor green onions to their watery death. I have been trying to get Erik to use the blue watering can instead of the pink watering can. After running all over the place and hour and twenty minutes later he is done and wants to get on Daddy elephant shoulders instead of the new jungle umbrella stroller we just bought as he would not get off it at the baby store.
On the way home just before he is about to fall asleep – we head to China buffet for more crabs seeing how well he did the other night. But alas he ate a few cauliflowers and half a shrimp with some grapes and then we were off home.
Erik falls asleep – and when he gets home I try and hold him while he sleeps and just as I am about to fall unconscious with my son he wakes up…. And the madness begins…..
Ok this is getting long (Daddy got to get back to work) So off to the aquarium aka local fish store where he runs all over the place… on the way back he spots Jamba Juice store from a van going at 35 miles per hour I know I need to go slower. So a quick pit stop – our favorite Peach Perfection and we are off to the park. Ok I don’t mean to be petty but what the heck is up with our local park and the influx of Russian families who buy giant motorized Humvees and never look at their kids – who trust me have no freaking driving skills
Erik: “Baby car” and proceeds to run towards this monstrous yellow truck all this while the Dad or Grandpa or really old father and his cheap jewelry is busy yapping on his cell phone.
Daddy: Hoist my son back on my shoulders scowls my mean Asian scowl at the dude and proceeds to the smaller park – “After we play on the swing – we will go home and you can play in Daddy’s car it’s much bigger than that car”
Back home – we go with Mommy to eat Thai food – again teaching our son to be adventurous. On a side note – we get people coming into the restaurant saying yeah I heard Thai food is spicy – maybe I will eat the sesame chicken instead… See what I mean – I do want Erik to be open to different foods. But then another potty adventure begins. As most of you know we have been on this potty topic for a while – Erik let’s us know when he wants to go to potty – even if it is peeing.
Mommy: “Take Erik to potty – “
Daddy: (
Son: “Daddy more poo-poo” Back to the Bathroom we go….. mommy comes along for support. Nothing... just him seeing how much he can mess with us.
After dinner we head home – the little guy is tired… I am tired and Mommy is pooped. Mommy: “Give him a bath.”
So of too the bathroom _ where son wants to jump in bathtub –
Daddy: After learning from past mistakes – “Son do you want to sit on potty _ and read the Sea Creature book”
Son: “Yeaaaaa, Daddy (Chue Mum mum book) he wants to read the book on food” While taking a poop. *We do that a lot in our family read about food on the toilet.
After poop we jump into the bathroom. Erik loves his new Crayola Bubble making machine and swimming and kicking his legs about in the water. So after bath – we get him dressed and read him some books – but this Sunday he was pooped – had his mommy’s milk and I think went to sleep. Daddy folds clothes and gets lunch ready for son’s school. Manages about 1hr and 30 mins of alone time – Some basketball and his favorite show DIRT.
NOTE: this is not how a usual weekend days go – Mommy is usually in the picture but we were double triple booked. I think we need to say NO to some events. Yes Mommy does a lot of the chores – which includes breastfeeding for the last 2 years, holding a full time job doing god only knows what at Intel, getting her master degree from Sac State, helping out with SWE (Society of Women Engineers) and meeting the demands of son and daddy. On most nights _ I am usually pooped out from not doing anything challenging at work.. where I usually end up watching TV or surfing the web.
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