Busy weekend (again)

I kid you not, we are doing ROUND THREE of pickles today. I am blown away with the fact that we ALREADY have 19 quarts of kosher dill’s in our pantry. We will be adding between eight and 12 more this afternoon.

One of my beautiful nieces is turning three, so a party is definitely in order. 

There is tons of yard and garden work to do in this wonderful Virginia humidity (what is the scarcasim font?). 

We may be taking the kiddos to the pool for some swim time. 

I NEED to crawl under our house and replace a filter. Big body, small space, good thing I am not claustrophobic.

I need to finish the post about camping with the kiddos. Should be out this weekend.

Oh, and I will be notifying the winner of my new layout contest today! Then working on getting a letter written and in the mail. Thank you to all who entered! There is a new contest coming up VERY soon, and I am just a little excited about it.

Hope everyone has an awesome weekend.

I AM A CRANIO DAD, I am scared out of my mind, and I need a vacation.

Show your daughter what her husband should be

I saw this on another tumblr and I loved the original concept… but I had to change it for a few reasons.  That aside, here it is, remastered.  One is for boys who want to be men, and the other is for guys that want to be Dads. Enjoy.

I AM A DAD, I am scared out of my mind, and I try very hard to show my daughter what to look for in her future husband…. and she is ONLY 4 months old.

Catch-Up: Part 3

It may have been only one or two nightmares to blame but there are times that I can feel the pressure of the surmounting fatherhood making sure that I remember that there is a clock that is ticking that is not my own.  There are moments, ever so fleeting, that there is a pang of worry.  The heart skipping a beat as the cry of a child in the distance. The stomach dropping at the realization that there is less than three months.  The excitement over the gifts, the items, the ‘stuff’ a constant.   But then I come back to the reality that I am going to be a father.  That in a few weeks time I am going to be able to hold my little girl in my arms, dancing with her, singing to her, talking to her and watching her grow.  All that time… she will be watching me, learning from me, examining me.  I know that these darling eyes will not be the eyes of malice, but hopefully of wonder.  But what is there for me to teach her, what will she learn from me? There are many things that I would like to make sure that she knows about me, about her amazing mother, and about life.  But there are things that I do not want her to know about… not yet… preferably never.  There are the other nightmares of my life hence that I will continue to fight with such vigor as to prevent them when she is here… a fight that I have been having for years, just with a new standard.  There is so much good that can be in this life, and that is what I want her to know… and it is the fear of not being able to show her the good that has been picking at me lately… oh well, enough of this rant I guess.  I AM GOING TO BE A DAD, I am scared out of my mind and fear can shake us to the core sometimes… just be mindful of what falls out.