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To sell baby stuff or not to sell baby stuff, who knew it was such a big decision.

Well we are at 8 months and our daughter is now growing out of most things that we have relied on for her whole life.  Hehe whole life, things like the “Rock and Play” the “Bumbo” My wife stopped breast feeding so that $300 Medela travel pump could go.  How about the 4Moms Momma Roo?  It was totally awesome but wow that was fast.  She got to use it for 6 months and it’s still like new.  So now what? 

My buddy just called and told me his family was growing by one and couldn’t help feeling really excited for him.  “Congratulations’ Bro you’re an animal” So do we want to have another baby?  Or can I sell this stuff on E-Bay and reclaim parts of my house that resemble a reality show called The Baby Clutter Freaks.  Did I mentation that when the conversation begins to lean towards not having another baby I am faced with winning the booby prize of a vasectomy.  Now I know everyone says it’s the equivalent of drive through surgery.  But in the words of Tony Soprano “why do you want to mess with god’s creation down there”?  To be honest God has nothing to do with it just a pure natural fear of knives cutting my balls that’s all.   So as you can see there is a much larger question and why do all decisions now that we are parents seem so serious?  I went from wanting to sell the Mamma Roo to spending the better part of my weekend sitting on frozen peas with no hopes of procreating again.  So I guess it’s something to consider. 

I have updated my E Bay account taken some sweet pics and now nothing… Why am I hanging on to this?  Have any of you had the experience of turning into a blubbering fool while watching some commercial featuring a father and child. In the past I have written that  having a daughter has softened me for sure.  Frankly it was long over do so I am not complaining, but as my blog name suggests it is has been and still continues to be an “adjustment” I welcome any advice from those who have gone through this and are now on the other side.  Please just keep mind when it comes to children I’ve become a six foot three two hundred and 40 lb. marshmallow.  Thanks for stopping by and HAVE FUN!!

D.A.

Dads’ Ski Poem

Greetings team Daddy!  Hope things are adjusting well.  For some time now I have wanted to share a poem written by one of my best friends and old ski partner.  He sent this to me after a much needed coast to coast pal call.   I have been carrying his words in my wallet for weeks now.  Every time I read it I smile.  Perhaps some of you will encounter similar conditions.  Those were true times my friend filled with the honesty that only nature and outdoor friendship provide. I cannot wait to share winter sports with our daughter! So enjoy my Pals’ bad ass ski poem its Fun!  Booter!!

 Thanks for stopping by!  The D.A.      

I’m about to burst through a mogul of pow

Riding the wind screaming on a mountain high

Dropping a line of trees and turns

Steel edges slash and my left thigh burns

What is below becomes above

Light as a feather

As peaceful as dove

The power of my will

The precision of my intent

Through a forest of iron ice

I ride knowing how to be man

My head held above the clouds

Busting through barriers bum rushing the crowds

Cresting the light of saviors

One with the creators

Nothing else we find inside can define the power when we ride

M. Wright

Totally 80’s Summer

 

Greetings Team Daddy,  I hope the warmth of summer has filled your mind with innocent memories of the good old days  when you were small the world was big and during this time in July  summer seemed like it could last forever.  Remember when the only thing you thought about at the end of the day was how to do it all over again only better?  Or spending a few hours on a steamy summer morning picking wild black raspberries, then selling them on the side of the road.  Or perhaps that feeling of wonder by investigating if one could actually get full by way of licking honey suckle in the golden afternoon light.  I myself get taken back to my youth every morning I step outside and feel the humidity and smell the air. I always say the same thing in my mind. ”it’s going to be a scaucher!”   

I guess it’s easy to be nostalgic when you’re a parent. We naturally want to provide a space where our children can experience the magic of life and wonder of nature.  We long for a simple time.  I am getting a little concerned that simplicity has been drowned out by the ever present wave of technology in most homes across America our home included.  Let’s face it, I had all these adventures outside. During a time when TV consisted of 3 stations one of which came in fuzzy.  A time when the only thing on TV in the day time was soap operas. Now at our home we have over 500 channels as well as movies galore.  Trying to find something to watch can resemble looking for a gift at Wal-Mart.  Half way through your exhausted and have found nothing.  Back in the day when damning up steams to make a swimming hole with your friends at night somehow we ALL found something to watch or read at night. 

 Which brings me to another point.  I read a great piece Sunday in our local paper on the recent passing of actors like Andy Griffith. Then the other day Ernest Borgnine passed.  The writer made a case that I have been thinking about for days now.  When we grow up having 3 stations meant everyone who was up watched Johnny Carson.  Didn’t matter what side of the isle or which side of town we all watched Johnny late night.  It gave us all a place of common ground the next day.  I guess you could say TV brought us together back then as a family and a community.  Now with all the choices everyone has their own show to watch. These shows express the opinion you want to hear.  So in my mind now TV has pulled us apart.  We no longer have to watch-listen to anyone who doesn’t share our-your opinion.  As a result we are less empathic to others and less connected as a global village.

 So why not turn off the glowing orb or at least one of them today and enjoy some simple pleasures with your family.  You will be thankful you did.  I wish I did but I turned on VH1 the other day and saw Totally 80s.  There was Kenny Loggins perferming “I’m all right “.  He was in a bold outfit complete with red pleated no ass pants a white belt and white shoes.  As he kicked speakers with his Capizio’s I couldn’t help but think…Thank goodness I survived the 80’s.  Lucky I was outside having FUN!  Thanks for stopping by.

 The Daddy Adjustment

Proud Daddy pics

Just a quick photo post to share with you why I am so grateful to be a father.Thank you Zia for the wicked awesome shirt!  100 years of Fenway and the Monstah!

Pizza or Peace-zza?

Greetings’ Team Daddy, hope you are enjoying this wonderful day.  I trust the weekend was filled with joy and togetherness.   “How’s that?” why am I so cheery, its Monday? Take it in a notch? No thanks. Someone amazing once said “There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so others feel more comfortable around you”.  So we are not going to play that game today.  However I will play another game with you.  It’s called Lets’ fantasize about Friday instead of being present to the doldrums’ of Monday. Before all of you who recently just finished Siddhartha get concerned allow me to share one of my secrets to inner peace…PIZZA!  That’s right!  Now is a great time to plan your family fun Friday night feast.  Just like the feeling of a once valued lottery ticket that was sure to change your family’s life now transformed into crumped up dreams, tossed in the trash.  A back to work Monday can resemble that empty, lost feeling.  Again how do we overcome this Team Daddy? PIZZA! 

Pizza has always been a comfort food for me.  I think it will always be my favorite.  I have a lifetime prescription to Prilosec to prove it. Here in New EnglandFriday Night is Pizza night.  Seeing that I am a patriot it pleases me to believe that Friday is Pizza night in America!  I am lucky to have been brought up around here as some of the nation’s best are close by.  New Haven has some pretty old reveries that continue today to divide families and friends. All the way up interstate 91 which should be known as the pizza corridor.  You can find some awesome pies’ first secret? The water plain and simple.  You can’t make good doe with fluoride and other things like that in the water. Second, healthy competition.  You can’t swing a dead cat around here without hitting a half dozen pizza shops.  But who’s complaining?. 

I do enjoy making our own pizza from scratch.  It is WAY cheaper and really a lot of fun. My wife and I are always thinking of new creations to try out. We are really looking forward to when our daughter can help and enjoy the gift of Friday night pizza.  You know I fancy myself a foodie and amateur chef, but if you were to peel back all the layers of my adult pallet you would find a core made up of fresh bread, melted cheese covered in salty meats and veggies. 

The present is always the best time to be in a wonderful mood.  Having trouble?  Just start planning your next Friday night its only 4 days away!  Here is a work in progress recipe to give you a hand.  Be peace-zza full and Have Fun!  

Red Sauce Recipe:

1 can of peeled plum tomatoes drained and pureed.  1 clove of minced garlic, and a handful of fresh oregano salt and pepper to taste. Put ingredients in a small sauce pan and cook together for a few minutes.    

Try different fun toppings. Pepperoni, cheese, and Goat cheese, red onion basil and turkey bacon pictured

This Pizza Doe recipe is courtsy of Gabrele Corcos from Extra Virgin.  I have tried many but this one works best.  Ialso do not use bread flour just normal.  If you dont have a mixer dont worry it still works out fine.  The Prep Time: 30 min / Inactive Prep: 1.1/2 hr / Serves:4

 1(.25-ounce) package dry active yeast (2 1/4 teaspoons)

1/2 cup lukewarm water (about 105 to 115 degrees F)

4 cups bread flour

1 1/2 teaspoons salt

3/4 cup cold water

1/4 cup olive oil, plus more for bowl
In the bowl of a stand mixer, add the yeast, lukewarm water, and 1/2 cup bread flour. Mix well and let sit until bubbly, about 30 minutes.  Whisk together the remaining 3 1/2 cups bread flour and salt in another bowl so it will be evenly distributed.  Once the yeast mixture is nice and bubbly and looks like foamy beer, add 3/4 cup cold water and olive oil. Using a dough hook, turn the mixer on and add the flour in increments.
 
Mix the dough for about 5 minutes, until the dough starts creeping up the dough hook and comes away from the sides of the bowl.

Place the dough in a large bowl lightly greased with olive oil. Turn to coat all sides of the dough with oil. Cover the bowl loosely with a clean tea towel. Let rise until doubled in size, about 2 hours. Punch dough down, and let rise another hour.  I make 2 pizzas with this recipe

Yes I like carrots

Just testing out Daddy’s fresh carrot baby food recipe. Yum I believe it is simple yet complex.

Home Made Baby Food Made Easy

 

                                                               

Here is my “wicked complicated baby food apple sauce recipe”

Half dozen organic local apples.

Water to cover apples

A Pot

                                                                              

 

Ready?  Peel and core apples.  Put apples in pot cover with water.  Boil till soft.  Then purée with a food processor or wand.  Cool and jar.  The heat will seal it just fine and will keep in the frige for a couple weeks no problem.  Don’t worry it wont last that long anyway as your baby will demand that he or she eats some every day.  By the way it’s a HUGE money saver and tastes incredible! 

 Have Fun!!                                                              

Wicked Good Food in New England

Here in New England we have many different dialects and accents.  I know, I know, Chowda and pahking the car-ah and all.  But really there is much to behold than just that. There are wonderful subtle inflections your ear will relish with sheer giddy and delight.  Such as a true Vermont accent.  A real VT native proudly pronounces their highland home ground as “Vermoundt” It takes a special human to enjoy the simpler things in life such as “sitting in your puckin dooryard, nockin back a whole rack of Natty Light beer.  If more than one person is enjoying an activity as such, it would be appropriate to call out to them and say” Oh buy goawd you’re a real par of Mr. Dooley’s aint cha?”  Now when you hear a phrase like that, Mr. Dooley, you will know you are deep in New England and it’s time to rejoice. 

A little to the south in the foot hills of the Berkshire’s  of Massachusetts where I grew up , it was a common sight to see one of your friends dad’s driving a work van with a cigarette in one hand and a bottom shelf beef in the other.   “Randy get home now before I kick your ass so hard your pants split”.  It was then that I began to fear the “woodshed” as Randy’s dad would often say to us, “Think your so damn funny?  I’ll take ya out back and show ya what that woodshed ‘s good fer!”  Thank god I never found out. 

As far as the shore goes there are two kinds of people.  Those who eat Scallops and those who eat Scoulops.  Personally I don’t prefer either as they are the same thing. However, one thing I can share is that no matter how eccentric or rather extremely native all these people are.  If nothing more they were all connected to their environment in their own way.  

Summer has always been a time of celebration here.  A place that humans can learn the lessons of patience,and reaping what you sow.  The pure innocent joy of ingesting fresh produce.   Nostalgia seems to always be in keen style during the high sun season.  The colors are everywhere. Whether its flags flowing brightly, standing at attention down every main street or the start of peppers, tomatoes and squash appearing in little wooded stands at the end of dirt driveways.  It’s a feeling we all have around here. No matter what your accent is, or where your people came up through the generations. We all cherish our ground and are lifted up by its bounties.  I trust that even today these colors do not fade. My mind is bright with the taste of farm fresh strawberries. (I ate a pint in the past 24 hours) So please join me in appreciation of our land and know that we all eat the same food and walk the same ground.  Thanks for stopping by and Have Fun! 

You’re Friend 

The Daddy Adjustment

Working Family Subsidies

What has happened with everything we buy?  Have you noticed that everything has gotten smaller by about a third?  I first noticed this trend occurring about a year or so.  I have a little Pringle itch now and again and noticed one day they were on sale for a $1.10 which was a good deal as they usually ran a good 60-80 cents higher.  That was until I got home and put it next to the can I had bought a week earlier, “damn Pringle itch”.  Much to my dismay the new one was 30 % smaller and after running the math I actually paid more on sale per unit. 

I paid the same for 11 oz of coffee that a pound cost not 4 months ago.  Have you been to the deli counter lately?  Since when is a Lb. of American Cheese $8.00?  Wasn’t it like 3 bucks not too long ago?  Well I guess to understand this you have to put in the ever rising cost of Gas and Oil.   At over $4 bucks a gallon, one could begin to see some need for a cost increase.  However both of these cost increases have major effects on the average working family.  When we look at our statements and understand where our money goes.  It is easy to see that it is all spent on such luxuries as food, gas, medications and Doctors visits.  I can’t help but wonder if the really rich even notice the increase, or are the just happy about it?  

It is a real stretch to try to have one parent at home now a day.  You know our children really are our future.  I believe that raising them is an investment in all of our futures.  Which brings me back to the cost of raising our families’ here in the new America.  We as tax payers give the oil companies’ LARGE subsidies’ to insure they have a future with profits and oil.  All the while they are holding most American families hostage by squeezing every last dollar, while getting every last drop of work out of the lucky few that still have a job.  I won’t even go into the fact that these companies don’t pay any Federal income tax like you and me. 

Perhaps now more than ever we have an opportunity to stop looking at life through such desperate eyes.  Even though many of us are a bit desperate, we are not alone.  Maybe one day soon we all as tax payers and neighbor’s’ will agree that companies like Exxon that have enjoyed record profits on the backs of the working and small business for far too long. They can no longer be given the peoples ‘money. It would seem to me they are doing very well thank you.  

 Now would be a wonderful time for working family subsidies. After all we are raising the next generation of American’s and what could be more patriotic than that?  I don’t want any of our children growing up in an America where they can expect 30% less opportunity then we all had.   When we all realize that were in the same boat, we can start rowing together.  Then we can go anywhere. 

Thanks for stopping and HAVE FUN!!

Your friend The Daddy Adjustment

We are in this thing together

Hello Team Daddy, I hope you are well.  I have been really trying to do an excellent job taking care of my family and the result is this blog has suffered tremendously.  You know it’s really not easy.  Frankly I have a lot of respect for any single parent out there.  I myself have so very much to be grateful for. We have a beautiful healthy baby.  I am home full time with her, and even though we were pretty happy having duel income and no kids. (dinks)  Life at our home is much happier now with half the income and twice the love.

Back to having an even greater respect for those who do wonders with much less than I. Sometimes it is hard for us to be empathetic towards others because of our own complaints and personal drama.  But when you experience something remotely close, it clicks for you.  Don’t feel weird, that’s just the feeling of learning Bro.  Having a daughter has definitely softened my outlook and cooled my judgmental ways.

I think if we all experienced a little of someone else’s plight this world would be a little warmer of a place.  What ever happened to “it takes a village to raise a child”?  Well if you lived in our village, I don’t think you would want some of these people raising your child. Wow we really have evolved to a ME and MINE society.  Hey I can’t blame them.  If you’re not super wealthy, it takes all you have to keep things together now a day.  Why not admit that we all struggle sometimes and we all could use a little help now and then.  Just remember team Daddy. We are all in this thing together, and no one gets out alive. So do your best for your child’s future while you are here.  Help educate and try your best not to discipline. That goes for everyone, not just your little one.

 Listen if you haven’t figured it out, I still struggle with this new career of being a Dad.  It’s natural, so don’t go beating yourself up as I do at times when things don’t go according to plan.  If nothing else this blog should be an honest yet blurry eyed attempt at some true daddy journalism. So please don’t take this all as complaining, I just like telling on myself to the world. It is my intension that when you read all this, you will not feel alone and like a bad person.  But know that I promise to always be a partner in creating a better place for our children to grow up in.  If you see one of our other partners’ out there who look like the struggle is getting to them, why not lend them a hand.  It will come back to you and yours I promise.  Now that’s how you really take care of you and yours…by taking care of me and mine.   

Thanks for stopping by and have Fun!

The Daddy Adjustment