My girl had two of her adorable little cousins (4 & 9 yrs old) stay over last night. I was barely there cause I had to work. But when I got home in the morning, they were bright and buzzin, ready to go.

1: I do love kids, but good god, man. They do not respect sleep. Like at all. The little one actively pulled my eyes open and stuck her finger up my nose.

2: I didn't realize kids have zero idea how much food they can eat. Was I supposed to cut them off at two cookies? They're cookies. I thought they weren't poisonous. The older one puked after 4 cookies.

I just... 4 cookies? It's like takin care of mogwais.

3: They "watch" the same things over and over, which apparently means "play it in the background and figure out how to entertain me."

4: There's no good hiding place in your apt for your stuff you don't want kids touchin.

5: I'm not ready for kids. I understand there's something of a build to that activity level (although I can't imagine a pair of newborns or toddlers would be any easier to wrangle) and there's a fair amount of oxytocin and bonding that occurs with your own kids. I bet that will help when the time comes (please, lord)


In order for me not to feel disheartened by this experience, please share with me some of your incredibly rewarding moments.

Da bayball, babeh. (c) Charlie Kelly.

>My girl had two of her adorable little cousins (4 & 9 yrs
>old) stay over last night. I was barely there cause I had to
>work. But when I got home in the morning, they were bright and
>buzzin, ready to go.

You sleep when they sleep..nothing more.
>
>1: I do love kids, but good god, man. They do not respect
>sleep. Like at all. The little one actively pulled my eyes
>open and stuck her finger up my nose.

Imagine if they were yours....take that and multiply it by 100
>
>2: I didn't realize kids have zero idea how much food they can
>eat. Was I supposed to cut them off at two cookies? They're
>cookies. I thought they weren't poisonous. The older one puked
>after 4 cookies.
>
>I just... 4 cookies? It's like takin care of mogwais.

Are they allergic to one of the ingredients? Cookies to most kids have no ending point.
>
>3: They "watch" the same things over and over, which
>apparently means "play it in the background and figure out how
>to entertain me."

That repetitive viewing is the only way as a parent you can get stuff done. You've got to ignore them while still keeping them in view in order to get things done. Or you've got to learn what screams and yells mean "I Need help" and which ones are just cries for attention.
>
>4: There's no good hiding place in your apt for your stuff you
>don't want kids touchin.

It's their house...you just pay the bills.

>
>5: I'm not ready for kids. I understand there's something of a
>build to that activity level (although I can't imagine a pair
>of newborns or toddlers would be any easier to wrangle) and
>there's a fair amount of oxytocin and bonding that occurs with
>your own kids. I bet that will help when the time comes
>(please, lord)

You're not ready for kids until you have them. Simply as that. Nothing prepares you for kids more than knowing that they are yours and you can't send them away for long periods of time without them eventually coming back.
>


>
>In order for me not to feel disheartened by this experience,
>please share with me some of your incredibly rewarding
>moments.

Practice your pull out game.

November 8th, 2005 The greatest night in the history of GD!

>Are they allergic to one of the ingredients? Cookies to most
>kids have no ending point.
>>
I honestly don't know. But every kid I ever met with a real food allergy will like scream it at you from across the street. "I CAN'T BE NEAR PEANUTS! HERE'S MY EPIPEN!" Stuff like that. So I assumed tollhouse chocolate chip was safe, cause their mom didn't drop em off with a note to the contrary. But don't actual allergies usually manifest in anaphylactic and histamine ways?

Or you've got to
>learn what screams and yells mean "I Need help" and which ones
>are just cries for attention.
>>

So, this is the one thing I already can delineate. When they add an extra syllable to "Ow!" and it becomes "OW-wa!" I know you on some bull. That's purely theatrical and you can keep that, little miss.

>It's their house...you just pay the bills.
>
>>
I'm so scared, yo.

>Practice your pull out game.

We're havin this conversation now and I'm 34. I know the launch codes.

Da bayball, babeh. (c) Charlie Kelly.

certain ingredients.

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Your child loves you in a way that is all encompassing and total

It's not hyperbole to say my children are my reason to continue on...if I die, they would be in the system and who knows what would happen....and my love for them is what makes me want to wake up and continue struggling along


Another very soul satisfying thing is watching them grow, learn and mature. To go from abject ignorance to like knowledge is very humbling and cool

I could go on ad nauseum on the subject



does it really matter?

wonder what bin's doing?
http://i.imgur.com/phECCMp.jpg

>It's not hyperbole to say my children are my reason to
>continue on...if I die, they would be in the system and who
>knows what would happen....and my love for them is what makes
>me want to wake up and continue struggling along
>
>
Yo. This seriously made me choke up a little bit. I appreciate that.

Da bayball, babeh. (c) Charlie Kelly.

i love you very very very much

me: o wow. that's great.

jack: always. i'll never forget you.
well, i might forget you, but i'll never stop loving you.

....i kid.

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if racism is a cancer, black thought is the answer.

Rjcc is code for "bitch-ass troll"

DROkayplayer™

But real talk, these kids will melt your heart. Esp the little one. She painted me like 4 pictures, hearts and butterflies and suns. I made the mistake of sending a pic of the four of us to my mom.

Why did I do that?

Now she all about them grands, bout them grands.

Da bayball, babeh. (c) Charlie Kelly.

> I made the mistake of sending a pic of
>the four of us to my mom.
>
>Why did I do that?
>
>Now she all about them grands, bout them grands.

*Jews you*

"this is okp tho, reading is completely optional" (c) desus

Proceed with caution. I am overtly racist.

<-- In Pigpen we trust

"Better show ma so she can be proud."

Apparently, it was The Price is Right showcase.

"Those kids look like Monks!"

Ok, ma. They're half Black, half Puerto Rican. Why wouldn't they look like us?

Da bayball, babeh. (c) Charlie Kelly.

godson and goddaughter and the best part is

they go home.

Da bayball, babeh. (c) Charlie Kelly.

he's on his way/i'm about to see him etc. he brightens every moment he's present for. even when he's being an asshole. there is no feeling quite like the love you have for your kids. i promise you've never felt anything like it before. and the thing is while they're still young, you are one of its two favorite people in the whole world! and the little dude is definitely my favorite person that ever lived.

and you just learn to live with the decrease in sleep. haha

go away".The love is still there, you just don't want it staring you in the face all afternoon.


When they get about 9---all they need you for is to sign field trip permission slips, buy fruit snacks and pay the internet bill.


You then realized that you've been used and abused. They give you 1/2 heartfelt hugs before they go to bed to give you just enough push to go out in the world and continue providing for them the next day.


it's kind of like indentured servitude...You love 'em simply because you've put so much time into 'em and you don't want your previous efforts to fail. Kids are like Forclosed homes---it seems like with a little work, you can make it work but no one ever estimates at what cost.

Aside from money, you're gonna lose your sanity but you convince yourself you did it out of love when in actuality you did it to avoid fines and jail time.

*i'm 1/2 kidding*

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let me enjoy this guy while he's still small!

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Daren, I'll never forget you
http://www.fayemurman.com/extras/magee/daren/

at least for the next few years I hope....
I hear shit turns south around 10 though
.

I see them and I see unlimited potential. I pray that every mistake I ever made they won't have to make because they can learn from my experiences and mistake.

They are beautiful. Their smiles gives me more joy than anything else out there. I just always want to hold them and snuggle them.

I slave for them. Everything I do now I do for them. I don't sleep. I worry constantly and I constantly think about the things that I am not doing for them that I can be doing for them.

They've become my lifes purpose. Nothing else matters. All the time I spent in this world before they got here just seems like prelude to their existence.

There must be some biological evolutionary chemistry stuff going in my head because it is hard to imagine that someone as selfish and entitled as I have been in my life can feel this way towards someone else.

I see alls these childless people trying to fill the hours with stuff like empty activism, pre-schools for adults, clubbing, chasing ass and it all seems so empty compared to the full time job of trying to raise these boys into men.


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"Everyone has a plan until you punch them in the face. Then they don't have a plan anymore." (c) Mike Tyson


"One of the most important things in life is what Judge Learned Hand described as 'that ever-gnawing inner doubt as to whether you're

each day there is SOME THING
some newness
some revelation
some example or expression of growth


my son is the best thing i've ever written.

I just love to look at them and to talk to them and see what things make them laugh or cringe

it is such a joy to have a person that you made exist and grow and change and learn...and look to you for guidance on everything big and small. and to know that you have this awesome responsibility for their personhood..their consciousness

all of their "firsts" are exciting. their first words, first time walking/running, first bike ride, first drawing/painting, first time seeing the ocean, first day at school, first graduation, first love, first heartbreak, first vote, first job, first tax return...i was there for all of it...all the wonder they experienced through those things..there to explain the finer points of it

and they in turn have been my mirror..showing me the parts of my own self that needs work..how i communicate, how i yell, or the thing my eyebrows do when i get mad...how to be more fair and kind..how much words and tone can injure...i'm a better me because of them

I also want to add that it's completely possibly to stay close and connected to your children throughout their adolescence...one of the keys is to give back as much as you demand..to allow your kids to see you as vulnerable and human sometimes...to sometimes let them see you cry...to admit to them when you're wrong and you did some boneheaded parenting..to let them know that you make up this parenting shit as you go along...they need that realness from you...all that helps keep them close. that whole "they hate you at such and such age" stuff is a cliche that happens when parents don't truly foster a give and take relationship with their children that is based on mutual respect, kindness and compassion. that doesn't mean you take their shit..it means you explain to them why you won't. and what you expect. and how they should show love....and then you do the same

you give the space to "argue back" sometimes, but teach them how to do it logically and respectfully. find ways to give them a modicum of perceived control over their own lives from as young an age as possible.

d

I miss them jumping in my bed, my niece playing my hair.

I miss picking them up from daycare and all their little pictures and paintings.

I even miss them arguing over the DUMBEST shit.

Yes it was a very financially tough time, but I have NEVER been that happy again.

19 and 20yrs old with 4 kids... Hard to believe but I miss it.

Somebody's lying...

@Atruelady Twitter/ @Sweetesttaboos Instagram

and having them love them as much as I did & still do.

Grilled cheese and tomato soup
The Chronicles of Narnia
Jim Henson stuff
Ghibli movies
Shel Silverstein
Mythology
The Phantom Tollbooth
the ocean
the pool
the woods
wading in creeks
camping in the backyard
stuffed animals (they have a few of mine)
climbing on big rocks
natural sciences & history

There are so many great things, but the one thing that stands out to me the most is when I was tucking my oldest in one night and I said 'best buds' and he said 'FOREVER.'

Yeah... forever.

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album ---> http://greenwoodburns.bandcamp.com/releases
Soundcloud ---> http://soundcloud.com/greenwood-burns

my own stuff -->http://soundcloud.com/lonesomedstringband

avy by buckshot_defunct

it's gotten more complex as he's gotten older.

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