Father’s Day is just around the corner. I’m hoping to chill out with the kids and grill a fresh pizza or two next Sunday. That’s right, you can grill a pizza instead of baking it in the oven. It’s a new grilling trick I learned recently. My co-workers have told me about cooking their pizza in a smoker before, but I have never tried it until this past weekend. I made it easy on myself by purchasing a couple of take and bake pizzas. BTW, I will be compensated for this post on my dad blog for writing about Papa Murphy’s and their Father’s Day giveaway. As always, the opinions expressed are mine and I am not obligated to write a positive review. #DadMoments #EGGhead4Life #sponsored
My youngest child turns five in two weeks, but his birth seems like a lifetime ago. I don’t remember much about his birth other than my wife waking me up to tell me it’s time to go to the hospital. While my wife went through labor, I just stood next to her telling her to push, breath or relax. And about a half day later, our fourth child was born. That’s really all I remember. Actually, I do remember a woman not affiliated with the hospital approaching us about banking our newborn’s umbilical cord. She told us his stem cells could be used for important research and someday it could even save our child’s life if he ever needed access to his cord blood. We turned her down for several reasons, but the main reason was because we didn’t know anything about cord blood banking. Looking back on it now, I wished we would’ve banked his cord blood. As the lady told us, it could save his life someday. That’s why I’m now writing this Cord Blood Registry post for Dad Central. Note: I will receive a promotional item to thank me for participating, but the opinions expressed here are mine and I am not obligated to write a positive review.
I’m taking part in a blog tour today with Laura Overdeck, author of Bedtime Math: A Fun Excuse To Stay Up Late (review). Basically, I asked her a couple of questions and she sent me an elegant essay. I was not compensated for posting her answer. I’m just sharing because I think her post is helpful to other parents too. Here’s what I asked her:
- How much help should parents give their child on their homework?
- Should parents double check their kids’ math homework? My wife thinks I should double check their work. But I don’t think I should because they should be able to do this on their own. Double checking is a skill they need to learn. I can’t double check their tests at school.
Man of the House, an online resource for dads, is hosting the “World’s Greatest TV Dad” contest. The bracket-style competition features 32 father figures from television shows. Voters can vote weekly for their favorite dad in each pairing. The dad with the most votes in each match-up advances until there is only one dad left on June 17th. The TV dads were selected by the editorial team of Man of the House. They used four criteria for their selection: (1) shared household responsibilities, (2) relationship with children, (3) personal health/style/appearance, and (4) work/family balance.
When the people over at Barbie emailed me about their “I Can Be” campaign, I wasn’t planning on blogging about voting for Barbie’s next career. After all, this is a manly dad blog, not a girly mom blog. Plus I already blogged about how I was magically changed into a Barbie girl and I really didn’t want to write any more about Barbie.
I can’t get baby to eat anything (not even ice cream). Yet every time I turn around, he’s sticking something in his mouth. The latest news on his Failure To Thrive Syndrome (not related to his seizures or H1N1): baby has to stop breast feeding and take prescription formula instead. If that doesn’t work, the doctor is going to stick a tube up baby’s nose so we can pump the prescription formula into his system when he’s asleep at night. And if that doesn’t work, they are going to hospitalize him and feed him via an IV. Oh yeah, they’re also going to stick a teeny weeny camera inside his body to see if there’s anything wrong internally.
When I feel like punishing myself, I take my children to Target to check out the toys. There’s nothing more fun for a dad than having your children ask you to buy one toy after another. When that doesn’t work, the kids change their tactics and start telling me what toys they want for Christmas and their birthdays. They don’t really need to tell me. I know them well enough to figure out what they like. But the Little Monkey did surprise me. Take a look at what my youngest daughter wants for Christmas:
Here’s the story behind our baby’s seizures and the medical advice that almost killed him. Early Halloween morning, baby threw up and had a fever. When my wife told me, I wasn’t alarmed. As a dad of four kids, I’ve had more than my share of kids with fever. Plus I had the baby all to myself from 10 pm to 1 am the previous night. He slept in my arms for a couple hours and played for the other hour. When I handed baby off to my wife for his feeding, he was fine and happy. He didn’t appear to be the least bit sick.
That morning, my wife called the HMO and told the advice nurse about baby’s fever and vomiting. The nurse told my wife not to bring baby in unless he has bluish discolorations. The nurse also told my wife to take off baby’s clothes to cool him down, but do not give him any Tylenol because the acetaminophen might make him throw up again.
So while I was out and about with the other three kids (Chinese school and Target), my wife stayed home with baby. When I got back, baby was lying on the carpet twitching while my wife was on the phone with the 911 operator. At first I thought baby had hiccups. His seizures were not the violent shaking kind you see on TV. Then I noticed his eyes were rolled back. At that point, I felt someone ripping my heart out of my chest and I thought, “oh no, our baby is dying!”
The good news is Little Disney came home about two hours ago. The bad news is he tested positive for H1N1 (just the kind of news dads and moms want to hear). After he recovers, we have to take him back for additional tests (MRI, EEG, etc). Apparently, seizures for six hours is about five hours, fifty-nine minutes too long for an infant. At least his CAT scan turned out OK and he can move both sides of his body now.
BTW, the doctors think baby’s seizures were caused by his fever (103 degrees) and not as a direct result of the H1N1 virus. It appears our baby’s body does not tolerate heat very well. So now we have to be prepared for the possibility of more seizures whenever he has a fever (another thing for dad and mom to worry about). The doctor even prescribed anti-seizure medication. The drug is administered rectally, but at a cost of $750 for a twin kit, I feel like I’m actually the one getting reamed.
I’ll blog more about our fun later (including the really bad advice we got from our HMO). Now I have to write a post about a contest that started last night. I’m a little behind. I wonder why.