Communication is Key (and hilarious)

People always say that communication is the key to success in any relationship. Other than figuring out who is going to wash the dishes, which is often a stumbling block in our marriage, that is probably correct. Having kids has also taught me that communication can be incredibly fun and hilarious.

At first, the kids were just little blobs. They could barely open their eyes. They could only cry, eat (sometimes a challenge), poop, pee, and look around ever so slightly. Occasionally, I could tell they would look at me for a brief moment. It was priceless. As they got older, those looks grew longer. Eventually those looks turned into stares.

Communication is Key (and Hilarious)

Then the kids started to squeak, or in our daughter’s case, shriek, and then they started to smile. Not because of gas, but because they were happy. “Sentences” of sounds, screams, and shrieks came next. We have had many conversations with the kids full of incoherent and high-pitched noises. Then, came the laughs, which are my favorite. Each step has been so priceless, so fun, and so hilarious.

Just like me, Austin is a little camera shy and he usually stops laughing and talking whenever the camera is around. Well, we used some ninja camera skills this week and caught him in these two fun videos. Enjoy!

Austin Laughing

Austin and Madison Talking About Their July 4th Plans

Tears, Fears, and Tantrums

Babies.

They can’t talk, they can’t feed themselves, they can’t walk, and they can’t take out the trash (yet).

But babies do have the power to bring a person to his or her knees in tears, whether it is due to a stunning smile or a relentless tantrum.

Hi. There have been a lot of tears in our house this week.

My dear Madison, our fearless leader, our brilliant and beautiful baby girl, our “change my diaper right NOW” diva, has been embracing the “Mad” part of her name over the past week. She had a little attitude during her time in the womb and she’s continued to rock it since the day she was born:

Madison

Madison - II

Madison has been reminding us that she’s in charge lately. So much that we were pretty certain we’d get kicked out of our hotel last week. While Austin’s cries are pitiful, Madison’s cries are, well, full of “spunk.” Lately, when she gets hungry or tired, instead of just eating or falling asleep, she politely lets us, and everyone on our street, know that she runs this town.

This has led us to take some desperate measures, including standing on the side of the highway swinging her car seat and sitting in a pitch black bathroom rocking her for thirty minutes as the bath water runs. Of course, we’ve been playing Katy Perry music A LOT. It’s been intense. It’s been frustrating. It’s been tiring. Those moments create a ton of raw emotion. We’ve felt like we’re doing something wrong, we’ve felt helpless, we’ve worried that she might be sick, and we’ve both needed to take a mental and emotional timeout. But that crying, fussing, drooling, squirming, screaming baby is our glorious, fearless, world-changing daughter. So we do whatever it takes, despite the exhaustion, frustration, and tears.

Madison - 4

While Madison’s “spunky” moments have weighed heaviest on Amanda, that little girl has been causing me all sorts of tears too. These kids bring me so much joy that I’ve cried more over the past three months than my entire life combined (excluding the Patriots’ Super Bowl losses to the Giants). On Saturday, as I was driving home from playing basketball with some dudes from church, I heard this song on the radio called “Cinderella” by Steven Curtis Chapman. It’s all about a dad and his daughter and how she grows up so quickly. Of course, the daughter gets married in the end of the song. Of course, it’s super cheesy. Of course, I was crying the entire car ride home.

Because that’s my baby girl. She’s not allowed to grow up. Neither is her brother.

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The Pregnancy Song

This baby stuff is starting to get serious.  We have cribs and car seats now.  Oh, and less than two months until the big arrival of Austin and Madison.

The Pregnancy SongGame on.

I have a lot of feelings about being a dad.  Most of them are good.  However, there is definitely some fear and anxiety too.  Although I’ve written a number of blog posts about this whole parenthood thing, I thought the best way I could express myself is by putting my thoughts into a song.