With big brother out of town, my youngest is the only child. This doesn’t happen to often but we are going to enjoy the time.
My son is incredibly fortunate to have a godmother that wants to take him hiking over the weekend. Securing the carseat felt normal. Giving goodbye hugs in front of the house I began wondering how his camping trip would turn out. But watching them drive away in the distance made me wonder when did I become so emotional. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would do if he woke up scared in the middle of the night. Quickly I realized I needed to let go and have fun with My Precious who was waving frantically in my arms. …
I’ve needed to be strong for my children, my wife and my family. When I look back at forged memories, I’ve found I over complicate issues. Sometimes a complex or difficult problem can be solved with something simple.
I never thought I’d live to see the day when I’d see a man gunned down on television. I never thought I’d see their killer walk free months later to restart their life after a not guilty verdict. This has become so common I can’t imagine what my children will grow up seeing when they are my age.
My son, Samson (known to all as “Sonny”) has given me countless little occasions that qualify as “welcome to dad-hood” instances. Changing the first diaper in the hospital, the first bleary-eyed early morning feeding, getting puked on, getting smiled at, eliciting laughter, first mini-hoop dunk…the list can go on and on. I have enjoyed all of these experiences with my son and each one has brought me to a new level of dad-ness. It was not until nine months into Sonny’s life, however, that I had my first, “This is my boy, I got this,” moment.
My favorite fathers experience with my son, who is known throughout our extended family as “King Anthony”, occurs every Sunday between the months of September and January. It is on those days, that my wife hibernates to the bedroom, dusts off her DVR with a week’s worth of missed programming, and lets King Anthony and I enjoy what has become known as ‘Man Time’ in our house.
Man time consists of not only watching various football games (thanks Direct TV Sunday NFL ticket) all day. It also includes tracking player statistics, stuffing our faces (me with buffalo wings, him with Similac), and learning the fundamentals of the game. ‘Man Time’ is very special to me because I remember when I was little. My father would set me in front of the TV and we would partake in the same Barnett ritual. I believe that is how I grew up to love the game of football from such an early age.
‘Man Time’ usually ends around 6:00pm when my wife calls us from downstairs for dinner. Once the calls go unanswered she eventually comes upstairs to find her two boys passed out sound asleep in front of the TV. Mommy usually gets a good laugh out of this and snaps off a few pictures. It’s ok though. Anthony and I are good sports about it. This our tradition. Every week during football season. Man time. My favorite memories of my son and I.
Doing Riley’s bedtime is one of the best times I get to spend with her. During the weekdays I don’t get to see much of her; I am practically out the door when she wakes up and have at best three hours with her by the time I get home. And to be completely honest, that last hour is usually a marathon of walking around with her, bouncing her and watching Word Party on Netflix to keep her up to an hour that will let her sleep through the night. …
I am really thrilled to announce a new series that will be starting Wednesday: Strong Fathers, Strong Memories. Each Wednesday in June will showcase a different father’s memory. The memories written by featured fathers will show strong bonds anyone with a heartbeat can relate to. …
On Goodreads I gave Red Sister by Mark Lawrence 5 stars. The long and short of it is: I didn’t want to stop reading the book.
From time to time, I purchase a book for my Kindle then buy the narration through Audible (I listen while traveling to and from work). Those kinds of books are special books. When listening to Red Sister I found every excuse to stay in the car or take detours going the long way to work. That’s because Red Sister is more than special, it’s spectacular. Listening to Red Sister had me pulling into the parking lot at work like…
Months back when Uncle Josh was visiting, the two of us decided to play a trick on MJ. At the time, she was about 18 months old and Uncle Josh and I reverted back to our childhood for a few minutes.
Uncle Josh and I look quite similar.When we want to look a like, we can look pretty similar, or at least I like to think I look like J-Smooth. The kids say we look the same. After all Uncle Josh is live and in person a handful of times each year. They see him often in the computer and that be confusing when Uncle Josh shows up with cupcakes.