Monday, June 28, 2010

Father's Day

This post may be a little more than a week old, but hey, would you expect anything less from me!!! In all honesty, this has been the one post that has given me the most trouble. SO much has happened in the last two weeks with the babies, that it’s almost made my head spin. It is so amazing how much development goes on between 9 months and a year! There will be more on that on a later post this week. I think one of the reasons this has been such a hard post for me to put together is that it is so hard to put into words what this day actually means to me.
As I sit out here on our new deck (pictures to come later), enjoying one of my father’s day presents, a good cigar from my new stocked humidor, after a hellish night of trying to get the babies fed and off to bed by myself, I am trying to figure out what father’s day actually is all about. When I was a kid, it meant going out and getting some cheesy gift for my dad, like a tie (which he never wore because he was in the Navy), or the quintessential bottle of Old Spice and giving it to him with a dorky little card that I picked out all by myself and letting him enjoy the day doing whatever he wanted to do. That is kind of what I thought it would be like for my first father’s day. My plans were to sleep in late, grill out, drink beer, watch the US Open and hang out with my dad. Well, that didn’t exactly happen. First off, I was sick as a dog ALL weekend long! I felt like crap all day. It was awful. I think the whole weekend I ate one grill cheese, one bowl of soup, and three Chick-Fil-A nuggets. I did drink an entire bottle of Gatorade in one day though!
While I was laying on the couch miserable watching the Open on Sunday, I really started to realize exactly what father’s day means to me. Bear with me on this one, as most of you know, I am not much of a writer, but I am going to try and put into words what it does mean to me…
On August 28th of last year, my life changed so much in the three minutes it took for my three wonderful children to be born. No offense to my wife, but that was the single greatest moment of my entire life. I truly believe that all the events in my life, good and bad, led up to that moment. As my mother once told me, not sure where she got it from, but, I went into that operating room a boy, and came out a man. I had no idea up to that moment that it was possible to ever love anything more than life itself. And I could say that times three! Those three little people are the single reason that I try to be a better person every day. They are complete motivation to become a better person, man, husband and father. There is absolutely nothing that I would not do for those three little angels. It is absolutely amazing how It is so much fun to watch them grow and learn new things right before my eyes. It is absolutely amazing my fast they learn new things and discover the world around them, those are the joys of my life.
As you can tell, I am pretty proud of the new roll that I have been given in my life. I just hope that I can live up to all the expectations that I have given myself. I want to be the best father to them that I can be, and will do everything in my power to become that person. I know that I am not perfect. I have my faults and shortcomings, and have made many mistakes in my past, but I know that none of that matters. All that matters now are those three perfect little babies that I adore so much.

Thanks for reading my ramble. It comes from the heart. Now onto what you came for, the pictures. I leave you with a great quote from a greater man…

“It is easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father.” ~Pope John XXIII
Sick Daddy and his Trioux

Paw-Paw and The Trioux

Trioux finally big enough for the choo-choo wagon!
Addi trying to bust out
My princess Kate
Drinking and driving

Jack content in his basket

My fathers day t-shirt (thanks pyjammy)


  1. Beautiful post! Happy Father's Day, and I love that shirt! : )

  2. I loved your post! It was perfect, it was heartfelt, it was you! Happy fathers day. I think what made it even better was that you were sick so you could appreciate the "good" times even more! Holding those babies is better than any bottle of old spice or some old tie. You have 3 little ones who adore you and think you are "IT"! Some guys wait all their lives to become 'Men" and look at've got it!