Sunday, August 30, 2009

Eastern Screech Owl

Raptors are by far the most amazing creatures the good Lord created. We went to a Wildlife Festival yesterday just outside of Atlanta, GA. We were able to get a really close look at a number of owls. We saw a Barn Owl, Barred Owl, an Eagle owl and even a few hawks.

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This Screech Owl is missing an eye.



But the Eastern Screech Owl we saw is just in the cute category, only standing about 9 inches when it is full grown. You really want to just hold it in your hand, until you remember that the beak of this creature is designed for ripping and tearing, the talons are designed for puncturing and grasping onto things. Then the cute idea is replaced with the idea of pain.

My father experienced the pain of an owl once. I don’t remember all the details, but the way most of the story goes is that he was deer hunting and came upon an owl in a trap, must have went for an easy meal and got it’s foot caught in the trap. From what I remember of the story, my dad tried to free the owl and in return he ended up with the owl’s talons in his hand. Sadly my dad said that he had to shoot the owl with his pistol in order to keep the animal from tearing his hand off. The part I remember most is my dad telling me that he had to cut the owl’s leg off, because he couldn’t get the talons out with one hand. Thankfully he was able to get some help and medical attention soon after. What a story.

Thankfully we only experienced the beauty of the owls and other raptors this weekend. Junior really likes the raptors. Who knows he might get to volunteer to help with the rescue and rehab some time in the future.

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Barred Owl

Real People

I was reading a few blogs on the http://www.yousuckatcraigslist.com web site and it struck me as a bit funny. First of all I could be guilty of bad spelling and grammatical errors, just ask my bride. But what it was that made me laugh was real silly things people post, but it made me think of the TV Show from the late 70’s early 80’s called Real People. That was reality TV, with all the strange and unusual people. I can still remember the laughs.

Friday, August 28, 2009

MR. MOM - Are you kidding?

Nine years ago I was getting up and helping my little man get dressed, he was just three. We would head out, him eating his cheerios and me eating a granola bar, about 35 minutes later I would drop him off at nice day care, then I would head for my job as a graphic designer. I worked for a large print production company, had a good position and a reasonable income. The down side was the lack of a family friendly policy by the company, and long hours. When my time was up I would head over to pick up junior, some days for him were better than others, the thing that I remember the most was the crying. He would cry, cry from anxiety is the best I can figure. The type they say kids get over, but this was after a day at the day care.

To make a long story short after much prayer and some long conversations, we decided that someone needed to be at home. I was the logical choice. My bride, who has always worked hard, had a better job than I did. Shorter commutes, better benefits, better everything. My bride is seven years older than me and while I was working my forty hours and attending my college classes at night she was already working.

This very brief summary of the events leading up to me being the At-Home-Dad are to give some perspective to the decisions that my bride and I made together. There are far more details, but maybe some other time.

Last night I was looking over my self-improvement books and pulled out a book that I had purchased some time ago. Family Man, Family Leader, by Philip Lancaster. I had purchased this book in the hope of learning something that would help me to improve my role as husband and father. I decided the best way to look this book over before starting at page one was to look up this guy’s perspective on providing for the family, I was saddened by his comfortable position and rigid stance.

The point I would like to make about this book is don’t waste your money or your time. The sad fact is that this man, who in my judgment is talking from a comfortable position, has passed judgment upon all At-Home-Dads.
I’ll give you an example of my outrage and I quote from his book.

“The Mr. Mom household in which the woman works to support the family and the man runs the household and cares for the kids is a perversion of God’s order. How is the man reflecting the fatherhood of God by acting like a mother?”

First off I want to be clear; I can’t act like a mother, because I’m not a woman. As far as supporting the family, my bride works very hard to earn the money our family needs to function. I won’t try to hide the fact that I would like to be in a traditional roll of making the money. But the reality is that money is just what a family needs to purchase the things that we need, it’s not what makes a family. I may not provide in the traditional sense, but I do provide with what my wife makes. I have learned how to manage God’s money and to make it stretch. Thankfully we have never been without what we need; we do without a lot of what we want.

In regards to “reflecting the fatherhood of God” I would say that I have been doing my best to reflect the attributes of Christ, patience, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control, love, and sacrifice. I can’t say that everyday and don’t wish that I didn’t have to watch my bride get in the jeep at 4:20 am and head off to work. But in the real world the Lord has put me in; this is my role.

That’s not all he has to say, the next part might actually make you laugh. I quote again:” Better a family lives poorly on the father’s lean wages than that the gifted wife supplant him in his role.” I must admit, supplant was not part of my college work, so I looked it up. Supplant; to take the place of another as through force, scheming or strategy, meaning number two; to replace one thing by something else.

Lean wages, so what this man is saying is that to have your family do without certain provisions is acceptable, as long as the wife doesn’t work outside the home. That defies my logic, as the “head of the house” I work with my wife in doing what is best for the whole family.

I didn’t spend any time looking to see this man’s views on education. As I’ve stated before we homeschool. Our set up there is shared. I teach Math, History, Science, Bible, and Spanish. My wife teaches Language Arts and Literature. These are our areas of ability, I won’t try to teach Language Arts, and it’s not that I can’t, it’s just not the best solution, she is far more gifted at teaching this subject, and therefore she takes it on. The same is true with our positions in the home. I have not abdicated my roll as father and husband, not by any means, but as household manager I do my best to fill the positions within our home that are best suited to each of our gifts an needs.

A final word about how difficult the At-Home-Dad position can be and how isolated you can feel. In my experience in being the At-Home-Dad I have learned to read people, men and women. Women are very accepting of my unusual roll, I think that is because I do what they do, not in the same way of course, but the physical household chores. Men on the other have a lot of hang-ups. I can read them; I know when they don’t respect what I do for my family. Fellow Christians are usually the ones who really don’t know how to react. There are some that would love to do what I do, but others admit they could never do it. I guess the most difficult part of what I do is that my circle of friends is very small, one of the reasons I started doing this blog was to encourage other dads. I am also very careful and respectful of those women that I do know who function in the at-home-mom and/or homeschooling capacity, and I don’t go out to lunch or even play poker for coupons with them. I currently have no friends that do what I do, so it is an isolated feeling. I’ve heard that there are one or two other at-home-dads in our homeschool group, but I’ve not met them yet.

I will also admit I’m not sure where the Lord is taking me, but I know that wherever it is my faith is resting in the right place. But Mr. Mom, I am not!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Grey Beard

Every time I walk out of my home office / school room, I am faced with our family portraits. What I see is my beautiful wife and my wonderful son. I also see my goatee becoming greyer. I suppose that is not too bad, but I really don’t feel like I’m just about to be 40. Looking out at the world I still feel young.

I suppose it is what they say though, grey hairs are just Wisdom Spikes, you are filled will so much wisdom, like Solomon, that it escape your body as grey hair.

Yah, I like that idea.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Book Sale

This past weekend we went to a book sale. We arrived late, about 10am and the place was packed. My wife insisted that it was a mistake, junior was uncomfortable with the close quarters that we were forced to contend with. Thousands of people and thousands of books, it was the Literacy book sale. None of us were prepared for what we found or the crowds. We did manage to find a few books; I scored, being able to purchase books from authors that I had never read before for only fifty cents.

The hardest part was not being able to recall authors that we wanted to look for as well as missing out on a few we knew of because we arrived too late and they had been picked over. We will know next year.

I want to record all the books we have in our home. To be honest it is a large project. I’ve found a computer program that I can purchase to help me catalog all our books, but being the thrifty guy that I am I want to find some freeware that does the same thing.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Consistently less Inconsistent

Well so far my goal for running a road race for my 40th has been stalled, kind of like most things in life. Set aside for other things. Not really motivated lately - but I need to be. I'm not getting any fitter just sitting around. I also have been very lazy about writing on this blog - guess I'm having a bit trouble finding the funny things in life at the moment.

Stress zaps your energy. Kind of like the credit thing, back when I didn't have any, you needed credit to get credit, but you can't get credit without credit.
Well, you need motivation to get motivation and you can't get motivation without having motivation. Odd.

Yikes! What a cycle. Besides, my 40th is coming and like my 30 and 35th it is weighing heavy on my mind, as well as the fact that dear old mom is now in a nursing home, at least for now. We shall see what the weeks ahead bring.

For now, I think I will try to be consistently less inconsistent about writing in this blog - which no one reads.

My wife is on a blog site, Sparkpeople, she even is leading a team of folks just like her. I tell here that they are athletes in disguise. Tons of followers, me I just had an idea about a word I made up years ago. TeachingDad. Thought I would blog, so far it’s really just a release, even if I ramble - like now!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Countdown

Vacation. We love vacations, we love to travel. The countdown has started, not much time left. But will we make it? Or will we crack up before our vacation.
The box of food goodies is just about ready, the audio Cd's for the ride are bought. Our family loves the Adventure in Odyssey audios for our long car rides. New sneakers, they need to be broken in. When should be get our luggage out?

We needed our vacation about two months ago.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The Start of School - Again

Today was our official restart of our school year. We took a three week break for Junior and me to go to Boy Scout summer camp and for him to visit with his grandparents for a week.

We will work for three weeks and then our family vacation. So we will take two weeks off for that, and then restart again, but that will be it until around Christmas and New Years. This has been an odd year in regards to our school schedule; we usually start and only take a little time off here and there. But that is the blessing of homeschooling, as long as you get the required days in, your ok.

Additionally we have finished, quit, retired or what ever the phrasing would be, we are done with Scouting. A number of factors have played into it, but it is truly time to close the books on our Scouting adventures, it has stopped being enjoyable for Junior or myself. On the upside we will continue to camp and now my bride can go with us.

Sunday a Day of Rest

Sort of, until the Nerf War. I must admit this is the best part of my dad duties, the playing part. Yesterday was a spontaneous Nerf gun war. I clearly won, by the mere fact that Junior surrendered so much, of course if you count the number of times we had to give our Nerf darts back to each other and the number of times we hit each other it might be seen as a tie. But it was definitely fun!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Statue

On my trip to see my dad I saw a statue or at least that is what I thought it was.

I had been driving since early morning and it was just about dusk. Thankfully my GPS was giving me all the instructions I needed to arrive at my appointed place. What it did not tell me is that I was in Amish country. I don’t know much about them, other than they live very differently from me.

As I approached an intersection I was observing the little town and its buildings when I noticed a nice looking brown horse attached to a black buggy. In an instant my brain churned out a response of “oh what a nice statue”, “what an odd place for it . . .”

I must admit something slipped out that I won’t type when the horse moved! I can’t tell you how surprised I was when it moved; just imagine it, a moving statue.

I was wide awake and alert for the next 3 miles to my dad’s house.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Medicine

Yesterday I returned home after being away for five days. My trip was unexpected, but a much needed event. Thankfully, providence took care of the details.

Friday night while my wife and I made our plans for our time together, with Junior being at his grandparents we looked forward to our Saturday with each other. I received a call from my father. His call contained an urgent plea to see me, wanting to see the whole family but being content to see his son. I did not find it odd, but it was something he has never asked of me before.

After a difficult discussion with my bride we decided that the best thing was for me to head out in the morning, since Junior was taken care of and five days still lay ahead. I must admit it was a difficult journey, not just the 11 hours on the road but the unknown of what was ahead.

Thankfully our time together was great. Our discussions varied, but the outcome was summed up with one of my father’s statements just before I left.

“Son, you’re the best medicine the doctor didn’t prescribe” - Thanks Dad.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Away from Home

Last year my wife and I spent a great weekend with her sister and her husband. They are both formerly divorced and so their children were away for the weekend and our son spent the weekend with his grandparents who live in the same town. My wife and I spent the night at their house, I don’t remember if it was one or two nights. But on Saturday we spent the day touring the wine area of North Carolina; it really was a great weekend for all of us.

That was last year, before that about four years ago, I attended my fathers wedding and was gone a week, Junior spent the week with his grandparents and while my wife had to stay at our home and go to work. I was very busy that week.

That was the last time I was not with my son other than an errand around town or while my wife and I had a date. This afternoon we met up with Juniors grandparents and he went to spend a week with them, which will be very good for him. I’m not to sure about me; this will be the first time that I have not been with him and been at home. At least the first time I can remember. It will be the first time that I can remember that my wife and I will not just be on a date, we will be at home, and he will not be here. It will be a very big challenge for me. I am very accustom to him waking, talking to me off and on about this or that, the spontaneous hugs, tucking him in, kissing him on the forehead at night, and checking on him before I go to bed.

This evening we talked with him on the phone and prayed together. I will have to stay as busy as I can. I know that my wife will miss him very much also. We are a very close family. Being the at-home one, has really given me an opportunity to spend so very much time with my son.

I already miss him.

Monday, August 3, 2009

The Struggle

All I can put into words is that I am weighing the value of scouting to our family. At the moment it is not very valuable to us, it has been a source of stress for our family, a constant struggle to compromise and cope. Jr. has learned a tremendous amount from Merit Badges but the challenge to deal with peers has been tough for him.

Although our week at summer camp went relatively without difficulty, it still has had it's moments of difficulty.

Jr. has had it the roughest. So, what to do? Prayer is in order. So that is what I will do.

Snake Bite

It was Tuesday, about midday. Jr. had returned to his Adirondack (that’s a three sided cabin) to have a break between Merit Badge classes. I went up to his cabin to visit with him and managed to bump a flashlight off the bunk above where he was sitting. As I look back I’m really glad that I stopped Jr. from crawling under the bunk to get the flashlight, I’m not sure what made me tell him to use the broom that was against the wall, but I’m thankful I did because there was a four foot Black snake under the bunk. We coaxed him out from under the bunk and out of the cabin and figured that was the end of it.

About Thursday one of the boys up near junior’s cabin calls down and says that they have a snake on a boys’ bunk. So I and another scoutmaster run up to the cabin (you don’t run in camp, unless it’s an emergency). We both try to locate the snake; I just see it as it leaves the bottom bunk and grab it by the tail, seeing that it was a Black snake, and figuring it was the same one from earlier in the week. It was not as calm as I thought it should be, but of course I’ve never been picked up by my tail, or feet.

Anyway, the snake is moving around and I’m trying to calm it down by staying calm. I make a failed attempt to support it in the upper part of its body and it bites me. So I do what I know will work and grab it behind the head, so it can’t bite me. As snakes go, I was surprised at this one because it actually tried to wiggle out of my hold, backwards. After a minute or two, we are waiting for the camera to show up, I figure it’s calmed down, so I let go of it’s head and it bites me again, cranky. But we finally get a photo of the thing and I let it go over the hill away from the sleeping area of the boys.

The best part was the call home, I called to check on my bride and to see how her and her sister were doing. I didn’t embellish the story, although I wanted to. When I retold the story about catching the snake and told her that I had gotten bit, she was very concerned. In fact she was more concerned about me being bit than when I’ve busted my knuckles repairing our car, and was bleeding all over. But I was happy that she was concerned.

I really wanted to work it for all it was worth, but I just didn’t have it in me, for one thing the bite was really far less that what a black berry bush has done to me. So, you could say I missed an opportunity, honestly I just couldn’t do it, and I couldn’t make it to be more that it was.

In a few years that snake will be about ten feet long and I will have come real close to needing stitches, Crikey!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

LEGO Star Wars

Received an Email request for this info so I thought I would post it.

LEGO Star Wars Building Challenge

1. Build something to help Anakin and Ahsoka find R2-D2, using pieces from your Lego collection.

2. Take a photograph of your model. Only color photos and glossy photo quality print outs will be accepted. No Polaroids.

3. Write a short essay (no more than 200 words) explaining what your model is and how it can help Anakin.

4. Please include your name, complete mailing address, daytime phone number and name of your model on your essay. Mail your photo and essay to:

LEGO Star Wars
Building Challenge
PO Box 1625
Enfield, CT 06083-1625

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Alive

Made it back from camp - lots of great stories - snakes, bugs, home, and much more. But first I need some sleep and A/C - wow was it hot!