For those of you that may not know I have five children. My oldest is a 27 year old daughter Jamieson, a 22 year old son Gregg Jr, a 3 year old daughter Alexis, a 2 year old daughter Abby, and a 3 month old daughter Ariel. For those of you that have children you can verify more nonfictional story. For those of you that don't have children, well this is a glimpse into your future.

When teaching little ones you have to make things fun to keep their attention and so they remember and can relate. An example is putting on shoes and socks. Baby's inherently don't like their hands and feet confined. Here in the south the little one very seldom have to wear mittens on their hands but socks and shoes are needed. With my oldest kids they had piggie toes and tickling their piggie toes was a fun game and got them used to having their feet confined. Well Alexis and Abby were also introduced to the same game but something got lost in the translation. Most kids have toes or piggie toes, not my girls. They have pig toes. When we put on shoes or socks we cover the pig toes. The girls think its funny.

For little girls at about 9 months, daddy's turn into super heros. You see daddy's have super sonic X-ray vision for finding Barbies lost shoes in a living room full of toys. Daddy's find the special lost blankie at nap time. Daddy's have the magic power of being able to kiss minor ailments or boo boos to make them all better. Who needs a cape when you have super hero powers like that. These super powers remain until they are almost teens. Then daddy's become human and then they need their mothers. For little boys their mommys are super heros and that continues til about the same age and then they need their dads. For a while they don't want or need mom or dad until they start living life and then mom and dad miraculously get a whole lots smarter. These are the places I am at with my five kids. For my oldest I am available when they ask and try to stay out of their business when they don't. For my other three daddy is the superhero.

Yesterday Alexis was helping Susan in the kitchen. Susan was getting things out of the fridge. Alexis wanted to be a big girl and help. Susan told Alexis she could grab the ketchup which was on the shelf next to the pickles. Alexis knocked the jar of pickles off the shelf and it fell on her bare feet and made one of her toes bleed from the impact. The jar didn't break. Super Daddy to the rescue. Super hugs and kisses consoled her and then she went back to helping mommy. A little while after it was bed time. I put the girls to bed. A few minutes later Alexis was crying again. I asked what was wrong? Alexis said daddy you didn't fix my pig toes. She stuck that her foot on top of the crib rail so I could kiss her pig toe better. I kissed her pig toe better and just like that voila all fixed. She slept all night long. Daddy superhero to the rescue. I wish my older kids issues were that easy. Kisses from daddy don't fix broken hearts, job issues, or financial issues.

 

Your making me miss my grandkids dude

Nice story...

 

And then you become a bank after their teens, right?

 

I am fortunate with my step son (19) .. I guess.. Zach is very self suffencent we got him started with a good used car but he has always worked never called in sick and goes in when they call him off schedule. I have loaned him some cash for car repairs and he always pays me back


He is looking now for a dependable buddie for a room mate and an appartment. Good kid all in all

 

Nope! You have to let them sink or swim. If you bail them out with an open wallet then they never learn self reliance. I help out at times but they know dad isn't a bank and trust. Until recently I never had extra money. Most of my toys were acquired by horse trading. What you do for one child you have to be prepared to do the same for the rest.

 

Thanks Tadd. I have two grand-daughters with another arriving later this year. They are the same age as my younger girls.

I am glad you have a good relationship with your stepson. I've got a stepson from my first marriage. My inlaws kept interfering and he decided at 16 he wasn't going to follow house rules. He moved out and we really have not talked since. That was back in the late 90's.

 

when he was younger belive me we had our moments... We both grew up since then (LOL)

 

I am hoping someday he will grow up too. My oldest son and daughter and my ex have talked to him on occasion. He is 31 now and it is always all about him. This is some of what I had a problem with him about. One of the last things he had done that was one of the last straws for me was this. The wife has a Subaru wagon for a winter beater up in Vermont. She had a flat tire earlier in the day and someone put the spare tire on for her. Whoever did it didn't tighten the lug nuts. The wife called me and said the car had a bad vibration but had not told me about the flat tire. This occured in the winter and this particular night the temps were in the teens. I told the wife to take the car home and leave it there. He wanted to go to his grandmothers house and convinced the wife to take him there. She did and on the way back home the tire fell of the car and it slid into the ditch. He got out of the car looked at it missing the wheel and then started walking home. He told his mother that being next to that car on the side of the road was an embarrassment. He left his mother, his eleven year old sister and his seven year old brother on the side of the road alone with a broken down car in the snow bank. She ended up walking in the cold and snow with the two young kids looking for a phone. My step son is and was a big boy. He could have helped the situation but instead walked away. When I found out I was furious.

 

Wow, just wow Gregg. His actions leave me speechless.

 

I am conflicted on how to post on this thread, Gregg. Your first post reminds me of Kiannah, my 2 year old. As soon as I get in the door her eyes light up, and all she wants is Daddy's hugs and kisses. No one, not even Mommy, gets near Daddy until she is done.

Your 4th post, on the other hand, reminds me of a few of my brothers. The "All about me" kind. The ones that won't do anything for anybody without getting something in return. These kind of people make me physically sick to be around.

In conclusion, I hope your step-son grows up! And, the little ones all stay daddy's little girls forever!