So This is a Blog?

Well I decided to enter into the vast world of “blogging.” I don’t know why, not even sure if anyone will want to read what I have to write, or if I have enough thoughts bouncing around in this big head of mine to even fulfill a blog. I am going to give it a shot anyways, what’s the worst that could happen?

My first post is going to be about my beautiful daughter, Kaylee Rose. She is 5 years old, going on 16. She has an incredibly contagious personality, and an attitude that keeps right up with it. One of her first words she learned was NO, and she has gotten extremely good at using it. Now of course Kaylee is an August baby, so her mother and I had to decide whether to have her enter school a year early or a year late. We chose the former because of how rapid her intellectual development was. But with that comes the fact that she will always be the youngest of her class, which is never a fun thing for any child, let alone a girl. Sorry Kaylee! Regardless, she just started Kindergarten this year and it has been quite the ride for both of us. Every day she is with me I swear she has learned 10 new things from school. Each car ride is accompanied by her counting as high as she can get until we arrive at our destination, and it never gets old. She must be learning how to turn letters into words now too, I get bombarded with a list of letters followed up with “What does that spell daddy?” 9 times out of 10 it is absolutely nothing, but every once in a while she will get one and shout “I am getting it daddy! I am getting it!” I love every minute of it. Her mother and I went to conferences the other night for the first time and it was nothing but compliments. Her teacher had each student do an individual questionnaire and she would write in their answers. Well one of the questions was ‘Who are your friends in class?’ and Kaylee just kept naming names until her teacher finally cut her off because she is friends with every single student. She is also a very good listener and always follows directions. That part must have been mistaken for a different student, because my Kaylee doesn’t do that at all at home! I need to sit in on a class to learn a few tricks. Needless to say, hearing from her teacher how excellent she does in class was one of the proudest moments of my short parenthood. There is no better thing to hear about your child.

Obviously there are different sides to parenting. Like tonight for example, the night of Thanksgiving, I have spent half the night cleaning up vomit and comforting Kaylee, letting her know it is okay to be sick . Now I have a weak stomach, so when she first threw up all over her bedding I was not very excited about the adventures to follow. Thanksgiving dinner vomit is not the most appealing thing to clean nor smell. Chunky turkey bits and mashed up green beans, mixed with the delightful smell of half digested apple pie. MMMMM! Makes me want leftovers. There are a lot of things that you take for granted when you are a kid. Having your parents clean up your “mess” when you get sick is definitely one of them. Thank you very much Mom and Dad! I now know how horrible it was for you! That is the best thing about being a parent though, no matter how disgusting or hard or whatever it is, it doesn’t matter one bit because it is for your one true love. They need you to be there for them no matter what, and tonight, when Kaylee is hanging over a toilet, puke running down her face, crying, I am just as proud to be a parent as I am when I am sitting in her conferences listening to her teacher gush about how great she is.

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