It Would Be Very Hard For Me Not To Punch Her in the Face

As most of you know, New England Patriots Quarterback and Stetson spokesman (hehehe), Tom Brady, left his pregnant girlfriend, Bridget Moynahan to go frolick with supermodel and overall annoying bikini girl, Gisele Bundchen.

As you might imagine, there have been reports that Moynahan is not a big fan of Gisele and still feels some serious resentment toward the philandering father of her little son. Completely understandable.

BUT, to make matters worse, moron model had this to say about the son Moynahan shares with Brady in a recent interview with Vanity Fair:

"I understand that he has a mom, and I respect that. But to me, it's not like because somebody else delivered him, that's not my child – I feel it is, 100 percent. I want him to have a great relationship with his mom, because that's important, but I love him the same way as if he were mine. I already feel like he's my son, from the first day. He's a little angel – the sweetest, most cuddly, loving baby. I feel blessed to have him in my life."

Now, I don't know Bridget or her own credentials as far as integrity goes (she may be a horrible person who did evil things to Brady, giving him good reason to flee). Regardless, if a woman came along and stole the affections of my child's father, and then had the bravado to sit around in lingerie and publically claim some ownership to my child as well....well, I may not be responsible for my reaction.

Is Gisele crazy? Narcissistic? Both???

Genius

I never watch Jimmy Kimmel (did I mention what time my children wake up???), but these segments are pretty funny.....

The Truth Hurts

As my daughter advances in age, so too do her advances in other things: comprehension (I seriously have to watch what I say on the phone), independence (She can do everything BY HERSELF), and deceit.

That's right....my little sweetness is gradually becoming an astute little liar. Now, I realize I am going to set myself up for more than a few comments (especially from family members), but there's a good chance the trickery chip came right from my DNA contribution. Nevertheless, we are aware of it and have been consistently conversing with her about the importance of truth telling.

And it's really working.....sort of.

It seems her interest in the truth is not only passionate, but also completely removed from her own self-awareness.

For example, this morning, while I was scrambling to make beds and get dressed while the two hooligans played quietly in her room, I heard Olivia's little feet pitter pat to my attention with the following news:

"Mommy, Mommy, I have to tell the truth."

"Okay," I respond, bracing myself for any host of revelations, "What is it?"

"Joseph's in the sink!"

And he was. Having moved her stool to the bathroom sink, my little guy managed to pull himself up on the vanity and hang out in the sink while brushing his teeth with the Joseph-forbidden, flouride infused Diego toothpaste.

I was glad she alerted me....he's very sneaky. But still, the truth telling really amounts to the confessions on behalf of others, not herself.

I've learned about all the terrible things her classmates do all because, as she says in all her grand martyrdom, "Mommy, I have to tell the truth... guess what Lucas did?"

My usual reaction to this is, "And what about you? Anything you want to tell me?"

"I dunno know," she replies with a shoulder shrug, before darting off to check on her brother.

There is no way she'll ever be left home alone as a teenager.

Help

On Saturday night we attended a fabulous party, hosted by fabulous people, and, as a result, put our kids to be at the fabulous time of 8:30 PM.

Now, like most parents, we foolishly assume that by putting the little ones to bed later, they'll sleep later.

Joseph woke up Sunday morning at 4:50.

And that's just not crying, wimpering, he'll put himself back to sleep stuff.

He laughed as he called out "Mama, Dada!"

Best to call out both names to increase the likelihood of one or both of us coming to get him, which we do because, let's face it, we certainly don't want to kids wide awake before 5 AM.

It worked. O "slept in" until 5:30.

What is going on here???????

I think I finally have to do what I've been dreading with my little sugar bear: the naptime hibernations might need to be interrupted.

He's been averaging 3.5-4 hour naps....and since you never wake a baby, I haven't.

But now, I think I have to.

Any thoughts from anyone with a similar experience?

Seriously, it's awful.

My Dad is a Genius of the Day

The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer.
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The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.
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Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:
Spades - King David
Hearts - Charlemagne
Clubs -Alexander, the Great
Diamonds - Julius Caesar
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111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,3 21
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If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.
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Q.. Most boat owners name their boats. What is the most popular boat name requested?A. Obsession
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Q. If you were to spell out numbers,
how far would you have to go until you would find the letter 'A'?
A.. One thousand
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Q. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common?A. All were invented by women.
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Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil?
A. Honey

Quote of the Day

"Everyone is guilty at one time or another of throwing out questions that beg to be ignored, but mothers seem to have a market on the supply. "Do you want a spanking or do you want to go to bed?" Don't you want to save some of the pizza for your brother?" Wasn't there any change?"" — Erma Bombeck

A Brother Abroad

The first time I was ever scared for my brother (aside from a few instances when our father had discovered some misbehavior) was when he decided to take up wrestling for the high school team.

Vision Quest was in the movies and, much like the Top Gun effect, so many young guys wanted to be Matthew Modine, replete with unhealthy weight management, boiler room sweats and cool hair.

My brother couldn't wait to try out and, fortunately, had my dad's own experience on the mat to instruct him in a few pointers.

Needless to say, my brother picked up on it quickly (both my brothers are absurdly athletic and seem to be good at everything) and he was wrestling varsity right away.

My mother was less than thrilled.

Anyway, as the season got underway, my mother and I headed to the high school for one of his first matches. I can still remember the rancid smell of the gym, the penetrating echo of the whistles, and the shocking images of men in tights.

I also remember feeling a little nervous for Paul as the match before his got underway. Knowing he would follow, I paid close attention to what was happening, wondering how it could potentially hurt and hoping with all hope that Paul's opponent would prove inferior.

It never got to that point.

As the match before Paul's neared its end, one of the wrestlers threw the other over his hip, causing him to fall flat on his extended arm. The crowd gasped, the wrestler's face blanched, and then we all felt sick as we watched the now crumpled arm unfold.

To get the most accurate idea of what happened: extend your arms so that they form a "T" with your body. Now, slowly try to move one arm against your back without bending.

You can't. And you shouldn't.

The young wrestler was rushed to the hospital with a severe dislocation, as well as a break.

And Paul was next to go.

I'll never forget how scared I was for him at that moment.

This is Day 75.