World of Wonder

Four months into the “two-child experience” I can definitely say that Les and I did not know what we were getting into….

I can also say it has been everything we thought it would be.  AWESOME.

Yeah, I know that really doesn’t make sense.  But then again, neither does raising two children, alone, after starting new jobs in the country’s “snobbiest” city.

I guess life is like that.  But we aren’t complaining… much.

 

It’s been about a month since Les started her new gig as Executive Producer of the KPIX morning show.  The job requires her to wake up at 1 am every morning.  NICE.  The change also meant I would now be the one to get the kids ready for their day.  Thankfully, TJ and the Babe (as I call them), are perfect children and have “allowed” me to feel like I know what I am doing.

Each and every morning, our schedule pretty much plays out like this:

4am – 6:30 am – One of them gets me up before my alarm goes off.  Waaayyyy before my alarm goes off.

7:15 ish – the other one gets up.

7:30 am – 8:05 – we mess around, watch TV, read books, laugh, cry and change diapers.

8:06 am – Dad starts to panic and says, “we’re late!” A LOT.

8:10 am – Usually by now we are in the car, and on our way to school. 

TJ gets to choose who gets dropped off first.  He is the oldest. 

 

All I can say is life got really hectic the day Baby Frankie arrived.   It’s definitely harder… But Les and I  wouldn’t change places with anyone in the world.  Just this morning, TJ grabbed Baby Frankie’s hand and they both smiled at me at the same time… PAID in FULL. 

It’s  these constant rewards that keep Les and I going

Without Les as my partner, I don’t think I’d feel this way.  She gives me a reason to be the best husband and father I can be. 

We have learned to embrace life's challenges together as a team.

I will leave you with this…

TJ and Baby Frankie, likely you will read this years from the day I wrote it…

So, a little background info.  Steve Gleason is kind a hero to me.  Former Saint, who battled ALS.  In 2013, with the help of friends and family he climbed Machu Pichu.  Because of his disease, he had to be carried.  He reflected on the experience.

“It was much more gnarly that we anticipated,” Gleason said, of the grueling 11-hour climb to Machu Pichu. “I was definitely scared. But I just chose to embrace it because it was happening."