The Reason I Blog

Hello all, I'm now going to tell you what made me want to blog about being a father. Jen and I take turns putting our son Kenneth to sleep and getting up with him. Whoever puts him to sleep the other must get up with him. One Saturday I had to get up with my little man. After changing his diaper(Yes I do diapers. I do half of everything. I am completely involved with my son.) and feeding him his morning bottle, we were in hi room playing. While playing Kenneth went and picked up a book and brought it to me and sat down. It made my heart leap. It made me feel so proud. It made me want to freeze the moment. So I read the book to him and watch him listen so intently. Kenneth is not speaking anything I can really understand, but he talks all the time and I love it. I can't wait until he can talk. That day made me want to share my experiences with my son with all my friends. Some of you have kids and know what I mean. For those of you who don't and know how crazy I have been, i hope this is just as fun as when I was a crazy man. I can't wait for my son to get older. Things I will teach him. lol lol lol lol

A Word

Hey all. I haven't stopped blogging. It's I'm in the middle of a move. I move April 2nd. Once that move is done I will start up again.

More Background

In one of my posts I left off where I was in the delivery room watching my son being born. The baby is born. The nurses are doing their thing. One nurse takes my little boy and puts him on a scale. He is so tiny (the men in my family come out small and grow to be very big). After the that and doing all the other necessary things that need to be done, they wrap my son up and give him to Jen who is exhausted. It was great. He was so tiny and so cute. I didn't the he looked anything like me except for the noise, lol lol lol lol. Didn't really care, it was my son. I WAS A DAD NOW. The nurse takes our son away to go into the new born nursery, Jen and I now are so tired and need sleep. Jen had awesome insurance, and picked the best hospital. They gave me a cot to sleep on. It was so flimsy I had to put the mattress on the floor. That only made it a bit better. They feed me too. All the nurses were so nice. We asked thousands of questions. And during the three days we were there I attended about 3 classes for new parents. I learned so much in those 3 classes. Jen was given Kenneth for his first feeding. I was so awesome. we had to feed him like every 3 hours. What I do remember is his first poop. It was absolutely the worst. it was this black sticky goop called meconium.  So I cleaned him. But ya know, I really didn't mind the sticky stuff. It was my son I was caring for. I'M A FATHER. I'M A DAD.

Fears

My mother would say "you will understand better when you have your own kids". Well she was right. There are so many things you will understand better once you have your own kids. The fears, the mistakes, the not letting you do stuff. All out of a parents love and the need and want to protect us from any and all harm. Well now I'm a parent. My sexy Jen, and I make sure our son is happy and healthy. When he smiles at me it makes it all worth it. But just having him, and him being healthy is a blessing in itself. A few weeks ago I saw on the news about how a father kidnapped his 3 month old baby girl and threw her off a bridge The man should be tortured for 6 months then killed (Some back ground is needed. Sometime back I dated a girl who had a baby. No it wasn't mine. As she had to go back to work I asked my mom to baby sit. The girl and my mom worked it out. So every morning I got to baby sit. One day this child hugged me. From that moment on I couldn't watch  save the children commercials or anything that showed a child being harmed or neglected. I will even admit to crying from a commercial like that. And now i have this precises life that I am responsible for, and he does nothing but bring joy and happiness into our lives). To hear of someone doing anything harmful to a baby should be killed. It is knowing that there is this evil in the world which makes me fear and worry. I am not a religious man, or even spiritual, but I do hope the human race grows up so I and any other parent will not have to worry about the evil. But I know this wont happen. So I plan to teach my child to survive and how to live well, and honorable. Some of you may laugh, but those of you who truly know what I mean understand.
I end in saying that pain should never be a part of a child's life. Only love and happiness. I love you Kenneth and I love you mom for being the best mom I could ever have had. 

Just wanted to say this

I love the weekends. It allows me to spend unlimited time with my son. It is awesome to watch his personality come alive. He gets more fun and more awesome everyday.

The Birth

My son was born on the Feb 6th, 2009 at 3:13 PM.
At the time I was still working for a crap company in NYC. I had finally moved to Philly with Jen during her 7th month of pregnancy. Before the permanent move, I was coming up every weekend to be with Jen. Once I had made the move I was taking the Mega-buss into NYC every morning.
Now its sometime in the 9th month. The morning kenny was born started out like any other morning. I woke up at 5am, out the house by 5:30 or 6 am to catch the 6:30 bus into NY. I was doing this while looking for a job. Just as I got through the tunnel I got the call from Jen. I think my water broke. I called my boss who has 5 kids of his own and said I am going to be out for a few days. Looks like my baby is coming. We had saved an Amtrak ticket just for this occasion. I got a train and was back to JenB by 10, 1030am. Jen was fully prepared to drive herself to the hospital if either me or her mom couldn't get to her in time. As fate would have it we were got back in time. I called the doctor and we bought her to the hospital that morning. They sent us home, saying JenB wasn't ready yet. Well around noon she started having serious pain. We took her back. Man she was in pain. supposedly she was having back labor pain, which is the most painful (now for those guys who have had a kid you will understand this better. And so will you girls who have had kids). As I said, JenB was in some serious pain and looked at me and said with all the seriousness she could. If I would have know how painful this was going to be we wouldn't be having a kid. Inside I was laughing my ass off. I told her that I loved her and tried to hold her hand. She wanted nothing to do with me at the moment. I knew she blamed me for her current predicament. What could I do? Except take the heat (It our role in life during these time huh fella's). It's like 1pm and I'm beat. The nurse gave us a cot and her mom and me took turns taking naps. While I was asleep I was told due to Jen being in pain and my snoring Jen told her mom she wanted to kick me in the head as I was sleeping so soundly. What can I say I was tired. Around 2 jen was in some serious pain and wanted drugs. They finally gave her the drug of all drugs, an epidural. She was now feeling no pain. The nurse checked Jen and she was about to have the baby. So they called the Doctor from another patient.I was in the bathroom due to eating a pizza and almost missed my sons birth. But I got out just in time to watch Kenneth enter the world. I was so proud. And I got to cut the cord. It was awesome.

Here are pictures of my son when he was born. And yes I was in the delivery room and saw my son being born. It was awesome.

The Forward

Ok, all, as promised her is the start of my blog. I want to say for those of you who know me and have dirt or may know I have fabricated a story don't be blowing me up. This is my blog and I can do what I want. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I want to thank my family and Jens family. It is due to them we are the people we are and have the things we have. I want to thank my brother and mother. My mom has taught me so much. She has taught me everything.

Small side note. I love my dad. He wasn't the best dad. But I do and did love him. I understand that he did the best that he could for what he knew how to do. My dad has been gone now for about 5 years. And I do wish he could have seen my son before he left us.

Here is some back ground. I meant my baby momma at a bar called 7B in NYC. That is why I love hearing stories of how and where my friends have meant. As I was saying I meant Jen B at a bar called 7B. She was roommates with a girl my brother was friends with. Well I looked at Jen and got the gleam in my eye. One thing went to another and 8 eight years later, Jen and I are living together in Philly and have one child. My son Kenneth.

The anouncement

Hello All,

This blog is going to be about my son. So if you want to read about his antics tune in. I will start this blog this weekend.