Real House-Husbands of Savannah

You could have made a great reality show in Savannah this week. A helmet cam would have made you an instant millionaire in the Kisgen home for sure. Last Sunday Mom departed for a 4 day work trip to Atlanta, leaving Dad and the boys behind for 4 days of survival training. A total bachelor party ensued. We had a blast, but I must tip my hat to my wonderful wife, who because of my travel requirements for work does this same schedule 3 weeks out of every month. Cooper and Carter have grown into best friends and having the opportunity to spend time with them alone was totally awesome. Cooper lives every day to make his little brother laugh, and when he does it lights up the room. Carter bellows out the most amazing belly laughs which then makes Cooper laugh and this process repeats over and over again until Cooper can no longer contain himself and runs over to Carter and either picks him up or tackles him. This is when laughing turns into crying by Carter, which leads to crying by Cooper. This was most of our Sunday afternoon together as we played hard and watched Tiger Woods cruise to an easy win. That 2 hour block of golf was the only TV I watched for 4 days other than Dora the Explorer, Blues Clues, or Ni Hao Kai Lan.

Bedtime for Cooper has turned into quite a display of cunning manipulation on his part. This is a new thing for us all, as he has always enjoyed the process of getting ready for bed, and slept like a log until recently. Now it is a constant negotiation of one more book, I want Mom, I want Dad, whatever he can do to stall for another 5 minutes. And recently it has climaxed with him getting out of bed and trying to weasel his way into our bed. This can be exhausting! Undoubtedbly we all get some sleep only to start all over the next morning breakfast for the 2 boys, dressing the two little squirming critters, making bottles and drinks for school, not forgetting blankets, clothes, diapers, etc…. Steph put it best when she said “I will no doubt walk out of this house one day without a shirt on” . While our neighbors wait for that I understand exactly what she means, it is a true mental exercise to start your day. Monday involves taking cooper to “peach class” where he is a star student and is doing wonderful; taking Cooper back to school and then going back to work for an hour before going back to pick them both up to head home. A little play time, dinner, baths, and (return to the top of this paragraph and repeat). WOW! Shout outs to all single parents out there, this is a tough job!

I will fill you in on the only real “action” of the week. Cooper had been begging me to “eat out” which I promised him we would do. A quick trip to Wal-Mart where they both behaved like angels. Cooper mostly with the promise of “eat out” to follow if he behaved, and we were off to Chik-fil-a for nuggets, ice cream and some play ground time. Well, when we got to Chik-fil-a it was unusually crowded as it was the last night before school started. There were families everywhere and even a clown with balloon animals. We were enjoying dinner, Carter was eating little bits of Chicken and fries, when he began to look weird. He seemed to be gagging a little and I immediately began to worry that he was chocking. A pat on the back and a quick sweep didn’t seem to help, so I picked him up out of the Highchair to look in his mouth. This is when HE THREW UP ALL OVER MY FACE!!!! Not just my face; my hair, my shirt, my pants, himself, the table, the floor, my shoes etc….. The next few minutes were a blur, but let’s just fast fwd to me (shirtless in Chick-fil-a) loading up my naked infant and dragging my screaming 2 year old out the door as he stomped his feet and screames “ no daddy i-cweam, i-cweam” wish you could have been there. Not a bad pilot episode for a reality show huh… Glad your home Mom :)