Daddy's Lil' Squirt

Coconut Painting

2012-01-27T07:48:00.001-06:00

Lately Squirt has enjoyed finding fallen coconuts in the yard and bringing them to show me. He stayed home a couple days this week with a fever so it was a perfect time to do some crafts with his coconuts. He loves painting so painting coconuts as opposed to painting on paper would be a nice change of pace.

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Some un-used Christmas wrapping paper worked great as a drop cloth and a cupcake tray works great for the paint.

Squirt shows me, what he calls, an acorn that he found. It's actually a young coconut.

2012-01-24T18:17:00.001-06:00

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Squirt loves his new school shoes. He's cute trying to scrub them.

2012-01-10T22:28:00.001-06:00

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Squirt practices writing.

2012-01-05T17:32:00.001-06:00

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At the park playing with Squirt and his Hotwheels

2011-11-16T17:54:00.001-06:00

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Been hanging with Squirt the last two days. He has a bad cough.

2011-10-27T19:37:00.001-06:00

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Ninja Fish, That's Funny

2011-09-07T10:08:00.001-06:00

A long time ago I taught Squirt his first joke. He mastered his deliver of the joke pretty quickly then he was telling it to everyone in the family. Of course it made everyone laugh and he enjoyed telling it everytime. The joke:

Q. What kind of fish do you catch with gummy worms?

A. Swedish fish.

On a recent night, I got home late from work and he was still awake in bed so I got comfortable right next to him. We started talking and then he told me he had a new joke to tell me. I couldn't wait to hear it. "Okay, tell it to me." I told him.

Q. What kind of fish do you catch with ninja worms?

A. Ninja fish.

Now, that didn't make any sense at all but it made me laugh. He told me the same joke several times, changing it each time (car worms, car fish; moon worms, moon fish; bed worms, bed fish; etc.) and we laughed after every joke.

When he first told me he had a new joke I expected to hear a new joke but his versions of the, apparently, one joke he knows were very amusing. I listened to a few more of his awesome jokes then we said good night and he was asleep within a few minutes.

Kite Season Is Here

2011-03-05T16:51:00.001-06:00

Here in Belize, the month of March marks the height of kite season. Soon there will be children of all ages out in the streets flying their homemade kites built with straw and plastic bags. Undoubtedly, power lines all over the country will also be littered with tangled and abandoned kites.

This is actually one of my favorite parts of the year. It is the kite season because at this time of the year the wind blows almost non stop and the temperature drops a few degrees giving us a few weeks break from the tiring heat. Another reason I like kite season is that my now soon-to-be four year old son loves kites. He shouts and points out the car window every time he spots one ever since he learned to say the word kite. The fact that he is four this year is what makes this year special. About two years ago I tried to fly a kite with Squirt but that ended with me trying to reel in a kite while chasing him through the park.

Well I couldn't wait until March so way back in February I surprised Squirt with a new kite. I attempted to build one the night before I bought one but failed miserably and that kite pretty much crashed and burned. I took him to where there were no power lines, my parent's huge yard, for safety and tried to teach him the finer points of getting the kite up in the air. After several days of instruction, and fun, he is picking it up nicely. Pretty soon he will be able to get his kite up off the ground all on his own. The best parts are watching him run back and forth in the yard directing his kite across the sky and making airplane engine sounds.

Tough Decisions

2011-02-15T22:38:00.001-06:00

This year a major event for me was enrolling our little 3 year old into school. We did actually do this but things didn't go smoothly. Squirt would dread every morning he had to go to school and it just became unbearable to put him through that every week. With only about a month total of preschool under his belt we decided to take him out of school. Maybe he just wasn't ready. We told ourselves that we would try again when he was four years old--we knew some parents that didn't put their children in school until they were four years old.

Several times my parents had suggested that he attend a preschool near their home. Squirt's cousins attended that school and Squirt had been to several school functions so he knew the teachers quite well. Between both of our work schedules there is no way we could make the commute every week day to that school. My parents suggested that Squirt stay with them during the week but we were not ready for that.

In the meantime, I was concerned about him falling behind with essential early education. So, I purchased the same books they used at school and I would try to teach him to read and write his alphabets and numbers. We did make some progress but I knew it was not what he could be learning at school. At home I could see that he wanted to be challenged and engaged more.

It wasn't an easy decision but this week Squirt started attending his new preschool. Much to our relief he is enjoying it very much. Only two days in and he is already impressing his teacher. All things considered, it is a weight lifted of my shoulders personally, knowing that he will be experiencing preschool like he should--as a fun and stress free experience. It's not without difficulty not seeing him everyday and we are constantly wondering how he is at any given moment but we are taking it one day at a time. I keep trying to remind myself that Squirt loves his grandma, he'll get to see his cousins everyday and he is developing what he needs to develop right now.

The Minutes Of My Jog With Squirt

2011-02-04T22:06:00.001-06:00

5:40 pm: Squirt starts reminding me repeatedly that I promised to take him for a bike ride today.

5:45 pm: I give in and I tell him to ask his mom to get his tennis shoes from inside the truck. (This conserves my energy for my jog.)

5:48 pm: I still end up having to go to the truck when my wife finds only one shoe.

5:55 pm: After I get Squirt ready I send him on a mission to find my jogging shoes. (Still attempting to conserve energy for the jog.)

6:00 pm: We head out the door and I argue with Squirt about him having to wear his helmet. He tries to convince me he doesn't look cool with it.

6:10 pm: Squirt charms a tourist couple when he politely says, "Excuse me" to pass them on the side walk. They politely step aside and commend him on his great riding skills. He laughs.

6:25 pm: Jogging along side Squirt on his bike has gone good for the first half of our trip. We turn around and begin to head back home.

6:30 pm: I shout at Squirt to slow down because I need to catch my breath. After a couple minutes I start to jog again.

6:40 pm: I shout at Squirt to stop while I walk to catch up to him and catch my breath again.

6:45 pm: After another attempt at jogging I've decided to walk the rest of the way home.

6:46 pm: We watch Buddy (our dog who always follows us on our jogs) go behind a bush to take a piss. It's like he is human.

6:55 pm: We reach home, my shirt is wet and I know my legs will be sore tomorrow.

Can't wait to do it all again tomorrow.

Park Fun

2011-01-26T09:33:00.001-06:00

Squirt terrorizing the pigeons

He's also now old enough to go on the swing by himself

Crayons And Quality Time

2011-01-21T16:03:00.001-06:00

Up until a few days ago, quiet time in our home has been almost none existent. Squirt just never stops moving. Thankfully, it seems he has discovered that he can create awesome colored pictures with his box of crayons and a good coloring book. The best part about his new found interest is that it is a great activity for quiet time and he always enjoys when we color a picture together.

It's exciting to watch how much thought and concentration he puts into his color selection and coloring technique. He seems genuinely interested in making the picture his own and he demonstrates an amazing amount of patience to complete a picture. His little 3-year-old passions have always been airplanes, helicopters, motorcycles and race cars--those are his favorite things to color. During our quiet times together I enjoy hearing questions like, "Dad, what color are headlights?" or "Dad, what color are helmets?" I like suggesting a suitable color but in the end he picks his own color and thats just fine.

Yeah, I used one of Squirt's shirts to work on the truck. Lol, the wife wasn't happy. :)

2011-01-08T18:49:00.001-06:00

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Squirt, On The Guitar [VIDEO]

2010-12-22T14:34:00.001-06:00

This might be my proudest moment as a dad so far. :)

Trying to fix a bug. Just ignore this tweet and link please.

2010-12-06T21:20:00.001-06:00

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Having Passions

2010-12-05T22:19:00.001-06:00

Today I had my old electric guitar in the living room while I was doing some Christmas cleaning. At three years old Squirt can barely lift it but that doesn't stop him, he loves sitting down and strumming away on it. I have to say, it brings a smile to my face seeing him take joy in my old guitar. Playing guitar is a passion I picked up myself at about the age of 14 or 15. I practiced for hours everyday for years. It's something that defined me at the time and I am glad for it. Looking back, it taught me to dedicate myself and develop a skill I loved. This is something I hope for Squirt too. That he finds something he really enjoys and that he has the means to pursue it and immerse himself in it.

To me, life without passion isn't life at all. So strum away my son, make your own music.

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Our Christmas Tree Of Light

2010-12-05T21:56:00.001-06:00

Today I rearrange the entire living room to make room for our Christmas tree. My wife and Squirt did just about all the decorating of the tree. You'll notice almost no ornaments on the tree. That's because Squirt went crazy with the lights and most of our old ornaments need to be replaced but I think it looks awesome just the way it is.

Good Times

2010-11-28T08:04:00.001-06:00

The wife and I at a party a few weeks ago. Rare times for us but good times.

Squirt and I made this Thanksgiving Indian headset a few nights ago. He made me wear it too so he could take a picture of me.

2010-11-25T22:32:00.001-06:00

He loves taking photographs.

Squirt's gluing skills are awesome now. Check out the killer school bus he glued together

2010-11-21T20:09:00.001-06:00

He loves gluing things these days.

Squirt's Thanksgiving Turkey

2010-11-21T19:39:00.001-06:00

Thanks to @NoFlashCards for the craft idea, love your blog No Time For Flash Cards.

Hurricane Richard Photos From Around My Neighborhood

2010-10-28T17:00:00.001-06:00

Category 1 Hurricane Richard pasted over Belize four days ago on the 24th. My family and I went to my parents house because we live right on the coast and we were not going to take any chances with our children in flood waters. Aside from some rain and wind we didn't see much at my parents house--we were on the front veranda practically the whole time. However, in the city, where we live, lots of places experienced several feet of raising waters from the storm surge. Thankfully, our house is not in one of the lower lying areas so the storm surge did not affect our home. We didn't expect it to but you never can tell with the forces of nature, hence the reason we didn't stay in our home. We came back into the city to find our home in one piece but areas around our neighborhood were not so lucky. Here are a few photos.

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Random Dad Thoughts

2010-10-11T21:27:00.001-06:00

Hands together

I love when I get a chance to teach Squirt something new, especially when it's a guy thing. Today we were at my brother-in-law's home where there is a huge yard for Squirt to run around. I was sipping on a rum and coke while watching him play. He had picked up a bat and was testing his swing on a soccer ball but something wasn't right, his grip was all wrong. So, I set down my drink and I stood behind him--showed him the proper stance and made sure his hands were stacked and touching instead of wide apart. After one walk through with the swing he had it down pretty good and his swings were making solid contact with the ball. I know it was a small thing but I remember the first time someone showed me how to hold a bat properly and it felt good to pass on that knowledge to Squirt today.

Relaxing and enjoying the day

Hanging out and taking a few drinks with friends has never been easy with Squirt simply because I am used to always keeping an eye on him instead of actually socializing and relaxing. Today while I was kicking around the soccer ball with the other guys I realized I was actually having a good time. That's a big deal. Squirt was in view the whole time but I wasn't only watching him. I realized he was fine without my constant presence and that allowed me to relax a bit and be one of the guys again for a few minutes. It was a great mental escape to do that for a little while.

Helped Squirt build a fire truck. Forgot how cool Legos are.

2010-10-09T22:25:00.003-06:00

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We went leaf hunting this morning and did some crayon rubs

2010-10-09T22:25:00.001-06:00

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Signs I AM a Dad

2010-10-09T22:24:00.001-06:00

I’ve been a dad since 2007 and sometimes, to this day, I still can’t believe it but every now and then my life reminds me that I am really indeed a dad. Check out my list of signs that I AM a dad.

I used to wake up early to go to the gym. Now I wake up early to get the kids ready for school.
I sometimes find myself drinking a rum and coke from a plastic child cup with easy grip sides.
My most used tool in the house has become a vacuum cleaner.
I used to drool over the gadgets with a “cool” factor. Now I drool over gadgets with a “child friendly” factor.
I’ve given up any chance of having a clean house for longer than 20 minutes.
Ditto for the vehicles.
Some of my friends now refer to me as Squirt’s Dad instead of John.
When I’m out by myself and I run into old friends their first question is, “Where’s Squirt?”
I think more about what to do with my kids on Sunday than I do about the NFL games that day.
I’ve developed eyes in the back of my head.
That little short guy in my house is always calling me dad (still cool to hear that to this day).
I am constantly being cockblocked by that same little short guy.
Going to the bathroom is no longer a private affair.

Our First, First Day Of School (Part 2)

2010-09-06T17:15:00.001-06:00

At the thought of Squirt entering preschool I always imagined him running into my arms after school eager to tell me stories about his day at school with his latest art work in his hand.

Unfortunately, things didn’t happen that way. The day started as expected – we woke up early, had breakfast, showered, got dressed and headed to school. Upon arriving at school it was pretty much a miniature circus. There were nervous, crying children everywhere and parents trying their hardest to comfort them. Just the kind of situation I didn’t want Squirt to see. Thankfully, it didn’t affect him much. He was a brave little guy, taking a seat right at the front of the class. He spoke when the teacher asked him questions and even spoke up to the teacher for a couple of the quieter classmates.

At recess he was shining, breaking the ice with his schoolmates on the playground and talking up the teacher. He even pointed out an airplane in the sky and told his teacher he is going to be a pilot – an aspiration he often voices at home. We stayed a bit longer with him until snack time was over then we thought he was settled in enough so we left him for the last hour of class. As we were walking out the door we caught a glimpse of a tear rolling down his cheek but we could see he was trying to be strong. It was hard but we walked out.

When we got back he was in full tears. It seems some of the children had started leaving already and he had become scared that he would be left behind. Actually, a number of the children still there started crying before him and that made him start crying. Add to that, a classmate had spilled a glass of cold water all over him and he was soaked when we picked him up.

My dreams of him having a great first day of school were shattered. Let me tell you, he is not excited to go back tomorrow. We got him home, gave him a refreshing shower, lunch and we was feeling better. Hopefully he will be ready for day two by tomorrow morning.

Our First, First Day Of School

2010-09-05T13:14:00.001-06:00

Well, as I mentioned on Twitter, Squirt is entering preschool tomorrow—his very first, first day of school. I’m beside myself with excitement and terror. On the one hand, my little boy is growing up and has great times ahead of him at school. Making new friends, learning things he has never known and, in a very real way, taking on the world on his own.

On the other hand, my little boy will be, in a very real way, taking on the world on his own. He will have to fend for himself and make important decisions on his own about situations he has never been in before.

He will have to face things like:

Bigger kids (possible bullies).

And make important decisions like:

Where to sit at lunch time.

He’ll have to negotiate things like:

How to talk to girls
How to be cool

I don’t remember my very first day of school but we did move often and I had to make new friends almost every year and it wasn’t always easy. Hopefully Squirt is more fortunate with friends and maybe he will meet his best friend tomorrow, it’s possible.

It will be very exciting morning tomorrow — getting him ready in his school uniform, driving to school, and watching him wave goodbye as he enters his classroom. Well, wish us luck for our first day of school.

On Your Mark, Get Set, Pee!...Wait, What?

2010-08-26T17:48:00.001-06:00

Raising a son is awesome. As a father, I get to bond in a way with my little boy that is beyond words many times. But, every now and then I kind of have to question the games and/or antics I'm dragged into with my three year old son. Like this morning...

I wake up and head to the bathroom for the usual morning piss. As I am taking my stance at the toilet I hear Squirt behind me.

"Dad, I want to pee too!"

I expected him to wait until I'm done but no. He takes his stance right beside me and pulls out his little-man junk. Before I could say anything I hear.

"On your mark, get set, go!"

Talk about creative games. Anyway, we proceeded to simultaneously pee and it's no surprise that Squirt won that game. I never thought I would start today with a pissing race but that's my life, a dad 24/7.

A Half Hour With My 3 Year Old Son

2010-08-24T19:33:00.001-06:00

Let me set the scene: It’s Saturday, it’s high noon, and the temperature is a solid 90 degrees Fahrenheit with tropical humidity.

Despite this, my 3 year old son, Squirt, starts begging me to take him out to ride his bike which he just learned to ride without training wheels. After a few minutes of his relentless begging I give in and tell him to put on his shirt and flip-flops (we are usually barefoot and shirtless). Normally I wouldn’t venture outside in the middle of the day like this because it’s just too hot. But, I love seeing Squirt ride his bike and since he learned, he hasn’t been riding beyond the yard.

He has no experience riding on the sidewalk sans training wheels let alone in the street so instead of riding alongside him I decide to jog so I can easily catch him if he starts to fall or stop him before he wanders into traffic.

Now I’m thinking we’re in for a nice sun burn but as soon as we got out on the street we were greeted with a soothing breeze coming off the sea. So we set off on Squirts first “big boy” bike ride. I had to coach him on staying on the side of the street, navigating driveways and avoiding sewer grills that would swallow his small tires. Squirt practically lives on his bike so he didn’t have any problems; if anything, I had to consistently tell him to slow down. He hasn’t had room before to really open up those tires so I was afraid he would get too squirrely and take a bad fall. I jogged for a half mile between him and traffic then we took a break inside a restaurant for a quick drink before we started the return trip back home. Suffice to say we both got a healthy dose of vitamin D that day and we have the tan lines to prove it.

If it wasn’t for Squirt I never would have known there was such a great breeze coming off the sea that day and the half hour we spent together turned an otherwise uneventful, hot and humid day into a great memory with my son. We enjoyed it so much I took him out for another ride in the evening that same day for a TWO MILE ride. Three days later my legs are still sore but I would do it all over again.

The Training Wheels Are Off

2010-08-16T17:37:00.001-06:00

Saturday evening Squirt (age: 3) woke up from a nap and asked me to take the training wheels off of his bicycle. I was dead tired from a little road trip we had taken that day but I said okay to his request and removed the training wheels from his bicycle despite the fact that I knew he couldn't ride without them and he would ask me to put them back on in less that ten minutes, but I was just humoring him. Our living room/dining room is somewhat spacious so I left him to his bicycle, sans training wheels, and returned to whatever was on TV. After about only five minutes he says, "Dad, come see me ride my bike!" So I got up to watch him not expecting much but again, I was humoring him.

Low and behold, the little guy takes off and RIDES ALL BY HIMSELF across the room, dodging the walls and furniture, and even braking to avoid hitting the wall on the other side. I was speechless. I ran to him, picked him up and gave him a big hug for that awesome accomplishment. He absolutely floored me, I had no idea he could do that. I put him back down and asked him to show me again, I couldn't believe my eyes. He picked up his bike, threw a leg over it and took off again. All this time my wife was asleep, she was also tired from our road trip, but we had to show her so we both ran to the bedroom to wake her up. She was equally amazed.

The rest of the night he practiced, going back and forth across the room. Before the night was out I picked him up and asked him if he knew he could do that before we took off the training wheels. With I smile he simply replied, "Yes." Amazing!!

The next morning he was dieing to go to grandma's house so he could show off and ride with his two older cousins. Check out his skills in the clip below, remember, he was doing this on his own five minutes after we took the training wheels off. Imagine the fear he had to over come, the bravery he showed, even after taking a few crashes he still got up and jumped back on the bike. I'm so proud of him. He reminds me of when my brother and I used to attempt insane tricks on our skateboards around the neighborhood, we used to encourage each other by saying, "No fear! No fear!" I'm so proud of him. Now he can roll with the "big boys," at least in the yard.

Defending The Fort

2010-08-11T18:32:00.001-06:00

About 4:30 this morning I wake up to get a drink of water. As I'm sipping my glass of refreshing, cold water I look up at my kitchen ceiling and see one of these uglies.

Dangerous Brown Recluse Spider

Aside from the usual gecko or army of ants we don't usually get much critters inside the house. I should also mention that I hate spiders, any one that knows me can attest to this fact. This thing was probably three inches across and that is fucking huge to me. Not to mention, I've never seen this kind of spider before so it was really intimidating and I did not want it in my house with my children.

My first reaction to the sight of this thing was, "Holy fuck!" followed immediately by, "How do I kill this thing?"

I tried swatting it down with a broom but the little shit was quick and crawled into a high storage shelf that adjoins the kitchen. Great, now it had a shit load of places to hide and ambush me. I needed better weaponry but only had the broom and bug spray.

For half an hour I prodded behind boxes and old tools. Every time I moved something I could hear it crawling. Judging only by the sound of it crawling I finally cornered it in a cardboard box. Problem was, the box was huge and the shelf was six feet off the ground. I could easily pull the box down but that would leave me vulnerable to its attack.

I wanted this thing dead so I managed to get the box down and outside where I located it in one corner and emptied a can of bug spray on it.

Many hours late I looked up these fun facts and pictures about its bite.

As indicated by its name, this spider is not aggressive and usually bites only when pressed against the skin, such as when tangled up within clothes, bath towels, or in bedding. A minority of brown recluse spider bites form a necrotizing ulcer that destroys soft tissue and may take months to heal, leaving deep scars. The damaged tissue will become gangrenous and eventually slough away. The initial bite frequently cannot be felt and there may be no pain, but over time the wound may grow to as large as 10 inches (25 cm) in extreme cases. Bites usually become painful and itchy within 2 to 8 hours; pain and other local effects worsen 12 to 36 hours after the bite with the necrosis developing over the next few day.

I lost about an hours sleep tracking and killing this thing but I couldn't sleep well sharing the same house with it.

Our First Bedtime Story Book

2010-08-08T17:59:00.001-06:00

I've never been much of a bookworm but now that I am a parent think reading would definitely be a good trait for Squirt to pick up. I'm ashamed to say that in the three plus years since he was born I've hardly read anything to him. However, for the benefit of my son, and I guess myself as well, reading 'books' is a habit I will have to pick up.

Last night I read a bedtime story to him for the very first time. I wasn't sure how Squirt would react to a bedtime story but I'm happy to say it went very well, much better than I expected. The book I read to him was a Pinocchio pop up book with rhyming words. We settled into bed together and he seemed very excited. He was smiling and laughing after the very first page. I stopped along the story to explain to him who the characters were in the illustration and he loved it. He even asked me to read it AGAIN. It was relieving to see him enjoy a book so much because, in the back of my mind, I knew we really should have been doing this all along. We read the book again while sharing his pillow and he loved it. I had to put the book away and turn off the lights for him to stop asking to read it again and agree to go sleep.

Tomorrow I will pick up another book for him and hopefully we can make this a new bed time ritual.

Bare Feet

2010-06-16T18:11:00.001-06:00

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I couldn't keep a straight face

2010-06-10T18:44:00.001-06:00

It's just been one of those days when I don't have any energy to do anything today but despite this, my three year old son managed to make me laugh.

It happened as he and I were driving to work today. The radio was on and, as he sometimes does, he tries to sing along to the radio. It's always really cute but I knew he would stop as soon as he saw me looking at him. Today it happened to be a romantic song (I can't remember the title) but my wife goes gaga whenever she sees Squirt being romantic and I knew she would have loved to see this today. So there I am driving and trying my hardest not burst out laughing but not in a bad way, because he is so cute. I'm biting my lip trying not to make a sound as he get through half of the song. By this time he is noticing the smile on my face in the rear view mirror.

He caught me and I couldn't hold in the laughter any more. I tried to convince him how good he was doing but he refused to continue. I wish I had a clip to show you here but I was driving and he would have probably noticed the camera.

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In recent news: Squirt's now tall enough to reach the base plate of the light switches. Another growth spurt and he's got it.

2010-06-01T17:59:00.001-06:00

Daddy's Lil' Squirt

Coconut Painting

Squirt shows me, what he calls, an acorn that he found. It's actually a young coconut.

Squirt loves his new school shoes. He's cute trying to scrub them.

Squirt practices writing.

At the park playing with Squirt and his Hotwheels

Been hanging with Squirt the last two days. He has a bad cough.

Ninja Fish, That's Funny

Kite Season Is Here

Tough Decisions

The Minutes Of My Jog With Squirt

Park Fun

Crayons And Quality Time

Yeah, I used one of Squirt's shirts to work on the truck. Lol, the wife wasn't happy. :)

Squirt, On The Guitar [VIDEO]

Trying to fix a bug. Just ignore this tweet and link please.

Having Passions

Our Christmas Tree Of Light

Good Times

Squirt and I made this Thanksgiving Indian headset a few nights ago. He made me wear it too so he could take a picture of me.

Squirt's gluing skills are awesome now. Check out the killer school bus he glued together

Squirt's Thanksgiving Turkey

Hurricane Richard Photos From Around My Neighborhood

Random Dad Thoughts

Helped Squirt build a fire truck. Forgot how cool Legos are.

We went leaf hunting this morning and did some crayon rubs

Signs I AM a Dad

Our First, First Day Of School (Part 2)

Our First, First Day Of School

On Your Mark, Get Set, Pee!...Wait, What?

A Half Hour With My 3 Year Old Son

The Training Wheels Are Off

Defending The Fort

Our First Bedtime Story Book

Bare Feet

I couldn't keep a straight face

In recent news: Squirt's now tall enough to reach the base plate of the light switches. Another growth spurt and he's got it.

My wake up call this morning: A full on slap to the eyeball from my 3 year old son. #fatherhood

Guess I didn't hear Squirt ask me for a sandwich. Found him in the kitchen making his own peanut butter and jelly sandwich. #wow

3 Years Old In Dad Years

65 Awesome Dad Tweets From @squirtsdad

Talking with my 3 yr old son is so much fun now. He is becoming so articulate and I love how he gestures with his hands.

See the kind of thing my daughter and wife subject my son to when I'm not looking

First time Squirt counts to 10 by himself

Who knew preschool was so much stress

Negotiating my bathroom privileges with my 3 year old son

Check out my dad's old Suburban [PIC]

One of my family heirlooms [PIC]

Spring Breakout – Meeting Dad - Pictory

Squirt's hand puppet

My mantra for this year

My mantra for this year

Good morning, getting ready for Squirt's Birthday party today, check out the pinata.

Photos from our trip to The Belize Zoo

"Yes, it's very cool" -- my custom invitation for Squirt's Birthday Party

Squirt and I are DEFINITELY going to see this, Ironman is his favorite superhero

A favorite toy

Playtime mechanics [PICS]

Daddy's lonely pillow

Being a step-dad

Just dropped of Squirt at Grandma's for the night. He wanted to comeback home with me....

Why yesterday could have been the worst day of our lives

Truck maintenance, brand new lost tools and Daddy's new right hand man

If my 2 year old son had an iPod...

Squirt builds an airplane

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The big kids won't play with me

My little handyman

Squirt is getting better

Half Moon Caye [PICS]

My lovely baby

Black and white experiments

Let me do it dada

Old photo of Daddy and Kai

Old photo of Mommy and Kai

Tikal

Squirt stole the car key

Fish faces

Kai’s empty bed

Vegetables takes two