Diaries of a Stay-@-Home Dad.

Let me introduce Addison. My third oldest child and youngest daughter. This girl is six going on thirty six. She has the kindest heart but can be one of the most devious minds to ever be. (A lot of you are saying "well duh, you are her father." No no no. She goes far beyond what I can muster. Addy is what her mom and I have come to find out is what you reference when you say feral child. She will run around naked much to my ire. She is an imp like her little brother but can make me smile when I think she wants to burn me alive. She loves to cuggle (what she calls cuddling) and her favorite person to cuggle with is good ol.... mom. Yes😥, it's mom not dad but every now and then I get a cuggle. See, she really sounds like a cat right? She wants nothing to do with me then climbs on my lap at her time to get affection. Today Addison is horribly ill. Vomiting high temp and all that bad stuff. Boy oh boy can she take it though. What I would  wish to be young again...

As you have been told I have four children and as promised this will be an explanation of my curled haired two year old son, Rocky. This boy has always been a surprise, but what most surprising is his penchant for fun and how it reminds me that I am getting old. This crazy cook of a child was born very small and from the beginning showed his cat like features. And how old each one of us has gotten. He started out as independent as a kitten so excited for the world he forgot to breath and had to have a bit of help with that and eating. Rocky reminds me everyday that he was born when I was over thirty.... He is literally the human embodiment of a cat. You may not know him like I do but I will try and and give the most accurate description. Now, then here's where the warlike  and adventurous natures come in. Rockford, (yes I said Rockford as in Jim Rockford of the Rockford Files. Hard nosed excon turned private investigator.) Yes, I watched many episodes in syndication with my Dad...

NuAlong with missing my mancard I apparently am losing my age to the smartest smart alleck 10 year old I know. Let me show you the way. Cassie and I were watching a movie.(Star Trek if you must know) The old logo for Paramount Pictures came up on the screen and Cassie says "Oh I know that. It's not the stars flying in that I am used too." I looked at her and gritted my teeth and said to myself she's only ten. You can't beat her to death. Now this will make sense if you know my daughter but if you don't let me lay it out for you. This girl is very vibrant and smarter than me already. (I know I am not dumb at all and once will say I am decently smart) This girl can give you a look that will stop your heart, make you cringe, and smile with pride b/c she's yours and no one else's. You fathers will know exactly what I mean.... Dad pride for the daughter. No other pride like it. Cassie threw that look at me and I swear she looked like she was stabbing ...

Yes, I am going to keep harping on my missing Mancard! The other day it really hit me hard, I really am missing my Mancard. Why you may ask? Let me set the scene I was sitting in the living with all four kids. Rocky (the youngest at two years old and the only boy, more on him later) was crawling all over me like a baby spider monkey clinging to its mother's back. Cassie (the second oldest at ten) was sitting on the floor talking to me. Addison (obviously the third oldest at six) was playing around on her tablet on ABC mouse talking about makeup. (Yeah, you are starting to get the picture) Well, Ella was sitting at my feet pondering life and how things were going to be different in 6th grade. Here's the kicker! I was braiding her hair! Not one big braid into a pony tail. Several small braids across her head. And guess what?? They were tight with no stray hairs poking out. It was amazing!!! I turned to look at Addison and Cassie who also had the small braids in their hair. ...

Have you dads ever had that overwhelming feeling of losing your manhood??? YEAH, ME TOO!!! Let me start out with some background.  I am a 35 year old disabled veteran and father of four, yes four children. I have 3 daughters and the youngest of the four is the sole boy. I know what you are thinking, if you are a woman you are saying "Oh he's going to be so spoiled like he has four mommas." If you are a man you are saying "Oh lord get that boy a gun and a football and both of you get out of the house." Don't get it wrong.  I love all of my kids but the tutus and nail polish can be overwhelming. Sometimes I think about huffing the nail polish so I at least won't have complete recall of the events that led up to the makeover massacre of 2016. It all started with my beautiful girl Ella. She is almost twelve and smarmy as can be. Right on the edge of womanhood. (NOOOOOO!!!!) If you are a father of a girl you understand. Ella is still in the stage of thin...