Trying to be a better husband and father every day. Sometimes I fail at this.

I look at my children and am amazed how much I love them. They truly are my meaning of life.

Just another difficult day with my son. His mood disorder will not destroy our family, though. We will work together for a brighter future.

Disregard.

Excellent day

Roger Williams Zoo was a great time for all. A radio station was giving away free admission at the entrance, which made it even better. But we would have paid full price to get in. My eldest was completely amazed to see the animals he sees in books live in front of him for the first time. He ran from exhibit to exhibit to see what was next. The only disappointment was the elephant not being out. They were working on its enclosure, so it was inside, out of view.

My yearling, on the other hand, was very unhappy by days end. We tried to let him run around as much as possible, but he still didn't get out of a seat much. He was cranky and sore by days end. Usually, the next day after a day out we call "kid's hangover day". They're a little disgruntled and need their routine to get back to normal. Saturday was that day, and then some.

Well, it's Sunday, the last day of our vacation. Between going to a little league game, Nantasket beach and the zoo, a real good week, I think.

Vacation!, almost

Today we head to Roger Williams Park Zoo (I think that's the official title) in Providence. My 3 year old is looking forward to seeing the Giraffe and the Zebra. I've got him all excited to see the cockroach exhibit. My wife just shakes her head at me.
More to follow.

Why?

I really promised myself (in jest) that I wouldn't have kids until they were perfected with an on/off switch. Then I met a woman who shared my beliefs, but for other reasons. Mine was my independence, hers were more personal. Slowly, but surely, we warmed up to the idea, after seeing family members and friends and how they enjoyed being parents. So we decided "what the heck, how hard could it be?", although knowing it would be tough. Next thing you know, 3 and 1 year old boys are running around at our feet and we don't have a minute for each other, let alone ourselves. But, in all honesty, I will never, for a moment, regret our decision. Because for every million times they wreck havoc around the house hit each other and refuse to listen to us, a single "I love you Mommy and Daddy" melts our hearts.

This will be the occasional story of how we pull off what billions of other parents do every day.