I love being vague

I love being vague. Because its almost as fun as that other thing. I do it to my kids all the time when they ask questions. There was this one time they asked me this one question and Ohhh man you should have seen there faces when I gave them the answer. Probably the funniest comeback ever in the history of comebacks. Good times...Good times.

Let me put it this way... Multiply that one number by infinity & take it 2 the depths of forever & then you will have some vague idea what I'm talkin about... Ya feel me?

Pops is a tough s.o.b.

I know the last couple of blogs have been kinda mushy. Sorry. But here comes another...

This year has been an interesting one for my parents. Some of you may remember the 6th or 7th hip replacement surgery I posted about for my mom. Hell it could be more, I just threw out a number. Well she has a drill bit still in there for life. So that was awesome. Then my pops wised up and got some check ups done just because he should. Well, he found out he was diabetic, about ready for a heart attack and had prostate cancer. He has made great strides to help out the diabetic stuff. He had the heart surgery and today he had the prostate surgery. The man is tough s.o.b. I couldn't make it up to the hospital for the surgery due to father duties, but I sat here and just thought about him. I thought about all the things he has done for me. He truly is a great man. Granted he has many faults. We all do. He is basically me, but older (and not as hot) from a joking humor standpoint. But he is one of the smartest guys I know. Just loads and loads of information. I think he buys his underwear at Kmart basically.

Growing up he was always there to help me succeed in baseball. Lessons upon lessons. Watching plenty of baseball games on TV. One thing I will never forget, is he sold his 84 Ford Bronco that he really really loved so I could attend a baseball camp the day after Christmas down in Mesa AZ. Truly great experience with nothing but MLB coaches. He never missed a game growing up. When I played ball, I was pretty locked in at the plate. Nothing would phase me and I couldn't hear anything. Except for one voice. I could hear my Dads. I could always here my Dad helping while I am alone at the plate.

He is one of my best friends. I am so proud of him for the changes he has made in his life. I am so grateful for all he has done for me and what he is doing for me now. I am proud to be his son. I am doing everything I can to make sure he knows that.

Oh and his sense of humor..... Out of surgery and headed to his room, he wakes up just enough to look at my Mom and say "No sex for you!" Love that guy!!! What a dick.

I miss things as a Dad....

Okay so there are some things that I realize I am really bad at as a Dad. The hardest part for me, are the little things. Those damn little things you miss as a parent that probably aren't a big deal to your children, but you feel like shit for missing it. Yaaaa... thats me. Having the kids full time has me constantly racking my dome to make sure I remember little things as much as I can.

Well tonight after the kids had their showers, I saw claws! Freaking talons coming from Jaxons feet. If they were any longer, I would fully expect him to swoop down out of the sky in some majestic forest and grab a poor little trout out of the water. Ya I felt good. We took care of that. But it was one of those what the fuuu moments on my part.

Keep the toenail clippers close people.....keep em close. Feel better about yourself for checking those suckers on a frequent basis.

Blog for the Birthday Boy

This blog is completely dedicated to my stud of a son Jaxon M. Wolfley! Words cannot express how amazing this young boy is. He loves unconditionally. He loves to give you loves. He loves to make you laugh. My kids are my life. They mean everything to me. Jaxon has brought so much happiness to Taylor and I. He has made me a better father and a better person. I learn from him on a daily basis. His willingness to forgive and compassion for others amazes me to no end. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and I would never change that about him. He is an amazing little brother. Taylor and Jaxon get into their fair share, but I never get sick of watching them play together and how perfect they are. They truly are my greatest adventure. I love you Jaxon. You make me one of the proudest fathers in the world.

Happy 6th Birthday sweet boy. Thank you for being one of my rocks. Thank you for always being there for me when I need you most. Thank you for just being you.

Car brawl with the kids?

One of my favorite things about my kids, is when they get excited about things that are old school. Most recently we were out driving around invitations for Jaxon's sixth birthday (Happy Birthday Buddy) and I decided to teach them a good ole fashion game of Padiddle! I explained to them the rules, which are:

1. See a car with one light out, you yell padiddle and hit the closest person to you.

2. See rule one!

We had a great time and no we didn't hit each other.....hard. Things got heated between Taylor and Jaxon, so I ended the game.

It was a fun night. I was able to talk to some ex-family I hadn't seen in quite awhile along with some friends I have dearly missed. It was a night where I didn't mind that bed time was well past.

They have been enjoying old school movies lately too. Most recently, was the Oscar snubbed Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure and Bogus Journey. They thought it was hilarious!! Who wouldn't? When they are older I shall introduce them to the legendary Fletch, Caddyshack, and possibly Raising Arizona. Hell, I might even break out the Commodore 64 and have them play some Zork!

Oh and I totally ended the game/brawl with a win by getting a PaDunk! I just forgot to tell them about that rule.