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Guest Post, Well, Sort of..

9:28 PM


It's been ages since I've posted, but I thought I'd start posting again. This is Charles by the way, Big Papa, just kidding, no one calls me that, but this is indeed Charles - after all they're my baby Wagners too, anwyay..so here goes.

I've always been a gamer, back before the term existed.  I would play video games in the arcades like crazy, spending every quarter I made from my door-to-door sales job.  We didn't have much in the way of video games in the house, and for good reason; I was entranced by them and would spend hours playing the few games we did have on our Apple IIc.  We had Lode Runner, Karateka and Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego.  I also got really into RPGs (Role Playing Games), like Dungeons and Dragons.  I would meet up with a few friends in my neighborhood and spend an entire Saturday engrossed in fantasy worlds.  In college, I was introduced to another kind of role playing game: ClanLord.  This was an online game, a MMORPG (Massively Multiplayer Online Role PlayingGame).  It was sort of like playing Dungeons and Dragons with a Whack-a-mole aspect to it.  I got pretty heavily sucked into that one, spending countless hours where I did little else.  Later still I found sports games, which is how my passion for baseball was renewed.  The pull of losing myself in an alternate reality, whether a simulated baseball game or a universe where teleportation and rifts of energy abound, has always been appealing to me.  

Lately it's been games on my phone: Scrabble, WordsWithFriends, racing games, "tower defense" games, and Tetris style timewasters, solitaire and CheekyBingo. The end result is that, instead of focusing on reality, I'm stuck (even if just for a few minutes) in this other world, for part of my day.  Some of them are designed to keep you checking back in, or else you don't get the upgrade, waste points or get attacked.  While I'm waiting for my daughter to go to sleep, I'm racing a rally car in Road Trip 2 or piloting a jetpack through an underground laboratory in Jetpack Joyride.  

Here's a review from their website: 

 "What makes Jetpack Joyride truly noteworthy isn't the array of power-ups, the endless customization, the various objectives, or the on death slot machine system. It's really the sum of all these different parts that have created a game that has kept me playing to the point of disregarding real world responsibilities for one more go at Jetpack Joyride." (my emphasis)

And there it is… This is the end result of all the hours I invest in these games: disregard for real world responsibilities.  Sure, it's fun, but so is shooting the breeze with my wife, riding my bike, creating a really well-designed lesson plan or playing with my kids.  My point isn't that you should stop playing games.  Hell, I'm actually recommending a couple I think are awesome by name!  What I am saying is that I can always find more time to be present in the real world.  Anytime I'm feeling stressed out because I'm not getting what I think I need or want, I can look at myself and ask: How efficient am I being with my time?  How am I relating (or not relating) to those most important to me?  What areas of my life am I not as available as I would like to be?

Speaking of which...

My beautiful wife and lovely children are having a blast in the other room, I think I'll go join them... after I check my upgrade status on Clash of Clans.

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7:37 PM


this was last week's belly picture

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farts

9:27 AM

this is from the 25th so that makes her 7 weeks in this photo. we haven't been taking many of these because every time i try to, Cherlyn says, "no, that's not the baby, i'm just bloated." so if you want more pictures, bug her about it.

one thing that's great is that she farts.
i fart a lot. i've been called "The Gasmaster". maybe there's something wrong with me. maybe it's because i'm a psuedovegetarian. i don't know, maybe i just need to take some Beano. anyway, Cherlyn's always been pretty cool about me being a farter. often she laughs. i think she used to play fart games with her Dad and siblings when she was younger. so that's wonderful. even better now that she farts herself.
i think farting is necessary, even crucial. if you hold it in, you're just going to feel worse. let it out; bust ass and be free.
whenever she farts, we high-five. when i started trying to congratulate her, she was skeptical and annoyed. she just wanted to fart in peace without any sort of celebration. she's warming up to the idea now, or at least she's acquiesced to participating in the high-fivery. maybe next time i post a picture, it will be of us high-fiving after she farts.

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insert midwife pun here

10:58 AM

i can't think of anything really clever... me-doula oblongata? i don't know, i saw the blog we follow a few days ago and it was titled epi-doula or something and i thought i could one-up them, but i can't. mid-wife? how bout the whole wife? ... uh yeah, sorry.

so we decided to have a homebirth.
i don't think there was any doubt really in mama's mind. just seemed natural, like that's the way it's supposed to happen. i guess i just didn't think about it all that much. i figured whatever works is cool. but then we watched the Business of being Born, and it really made it very clear to me that homebirth is the way to go, if you're into that sort of thing. if you're a take me to the hospital kind of person, or if you're "at-risk" then by all means, go to the hospital. but we think it's safer and cooler to do it at home. you're more in control, you're more in touch with what's happening. and i'm kinda spooked by all the drugs they pump into you to try and get you to pop the sucker out in time for the doctor to go home and have dinner. no drugs!
we've interviewed two midwifes, and i think we've made our choice.
now we have to come up with the 4 Gs to pay her.
time for papa to get a jobbyjob.

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pre-doctor's visit

12:38 PM

Cherlyn got out early today to go to the doctor. i got there a couple minutes late, cuz i'm a lazy bastard, but i did bring her a hard boiled egg and some fruit to snack on. she filled out the paperwork, and i told her to check no for drug and alcohol addicts cuz that's none of their business and just cuz i was a lush doesn't mean i'm going to be a bad parent. well, maybe, but anyway, it's too late now. they gave us some more dates for future appointments and i wrote them down, even though Cherlyn was writing them down too. the books i'm reading say that i'm supposed to show up to the doctor's visits with questions prepared and note taking shit and i don't know what the fuck is going on. they just ask her a bunch of questions and look at me like i'm in the wrong building. then they sent us to the lab and they drew 4 tubes of blood from the preggers and sent us home. we're interviewing a midwife this afternoon too. i guess i'm supposed to have a barrage of questions ready to show her i'm involved. better start reading the chapter in Dude's Guide To Pregnancy, "What the $^%& do you ask the Midwife chick, bro?"

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