Here are BabyNoob’s first words, even if it is a stretch! Don’t mind my ridiculous baby voice while talking, I’m a dad that completely disregards my manly tone for childhood conversation. Or maybe this is how I always sound… Hmmm
BabyNoob is six months old tomorrow. I love this little man.
Here is a random video of him communicating with me. He already speaks boy… Or whatever dialect it is.
Ha.
BabyNoob’s first road trip. Loved seeing all our friends and dodged a sketchy snow storm. #epictrip #rememberyourfirst
BabyNoob is stuck on repeat with these coo’s as he soothes himself from the beginning stages of teething. Epic cuteness right here.
BabyNoob talking up a storm while sitting on my desk as I ninja design. #bestclientever
Welcome to Noobville, population; me. Here is another installment of my top three (or four) from a DaddyNoob’s life.
Go here to read other Dnoob’s Top Three… here…
This week is my top four things not to say to your baby mama in the middle of the night.
I have said all of these except one. Which one do you think it is?
What happen to the New Years resolution for exercising. #gympocalypse
The guys at How To Be A Dad are collecting parents’ stories of extreme messes created by their kids. Call (818) 392-4842 and follow these simple steps, which I took from their post:
- Leave us a message with your messy story. Say your first name (only), website name (if you’ve got one) and your story (one minute max).
- We will select and put up the voice messages here in this post for all to hear.
- Laugh with your fellow parents. Bask in the healing glow of laughter
I contributed one. Go check it out for the lulz.
Oh, yeah. One more thing. If you also tweet a version of your story via this Clorox portal, you could score $15,000.
Tis the Night Before BabyNoob!
This was a video I took the night before MommyNoob went into labour.
I found this video while scrolling through saved blog drafts over Christmas.
It may be hard to hear, but this is her hardcore snoring for one of the rare occasions in our marriage. It was so ridiculously loud, that I heard it while walking upstairs. I couldn’t resist and had to video it for proof that she does snore. Its crazy to think that only hours later she was desperately needing this stored slumber.
Now she only wishes she could have this epic of a sleep. Ha.
DaddyNoob
For all you DaddyNoob followers, here is our Christmas picture for this year. A little late, but whatever, it’s 2013 and we didn’t die at the over promised end of the world.
I am getting back on the saddle of blogging after a much needed holiday and man do I have a ton of content… Watch out, it’s going to be a good year!
Dnoob!
Hey everybody… I took a break from blogging over the Christmas holidays. But I am back at now.
Some daddy love with my blue stripe boy. I was showing himself in the mirror, but he was more amused by the lights. Ha.
A great way to celebrate three months old. For reals! He is three months already!!!! Wow, this is going too fast.
Happy Almost New Years!
DaddyNoob
Hit parody films: “The Vomit: A Pregnancy Journey”, “The Bjorn Legacy”, and blockbuster video game titles like “Call of Daddy: Black Poops”. Check out these rad posters for movies you may never see and video games you can only dream of playing.
Props to DaddyNoob for making these parenting related movie/game parody posters. I hear black poops multiplayer is a mess.
Here is one of the most personal posts I have ever wrote, and it’s on Christmas day. Enjoy.
Tis the season! A time filled with snow, family, food, pyjamas, board games, eggnog, photo ops, reading, making memories and being thankful for the blessings we have.
For me Christmas is a much anticipated time. I love the working up to Christmas as much as the actual day! That’s the reason why we set up our tree and decorate our house at the beginning of November. I truly believe that Christmas is best enjoyed in anticipation of what to come. That being said, for others Christmas is something they fear, dread and are anxious of. For my wife and I, last Christmas was a uniquely hard time for the both of us. We still didn’t dread or fear Christmas, but we were definitely anxious. See, four months earlier we lost our first child due to a miscarriage nine weeks into the pregnancy. It was an unimaginably hard time in our life as we had already been trying to conceive for a few years. But, you can read all about that story here.
Therefore, as we entered the Christmas holidays last year, we were obviously anxious to find out if a child was on the way. Every month of trying was a roller coaster of emotions as we hoped to see the two lines appear on the pregnancy test. It was the only gift we hoped for. Unfortunately we found out Christmas Eve morning that we would have to wait another month as there would be no baby. It was heart crushing to realize this only hours before we began the festivities with my family. We had a difficult time preparing to celebrate Christmas as another year was now going by without the sign of a child.
Only a few hours later, a Christmas miracle happened. We were visiting the Christmas Eve service at my brother’s church when this miracle took place. Now hold on, before you think I am going to get all weird on this blog post, hear me out. I was standing singing a carol when I noticed in the row ahead of me a few children laughing, ecstatic and inattentive as their minds were most likely flooded with the excitement of receiving gifts. It was then that the music faded in my mind and my thoughts turned to the hopes of being a father one day. Time didn’t slow down or anything like that, but that moment did seem to last longer than normal. As I imagined what it would be like to celebrate Christmas with my own child, a thought seared my mind with such clarity. It was as if someone turned a light on in my subconscious. The only way I can explain it was as if my mind received a text message, and the message said; “You will be a father by next Christmas!” I shook my head and knew what I had heard. It was a promise! It was hope! It was instant peace! It was the message of Christmas. A child will come! I have experienced moments like this before and knew that this was not a thought conceived out of my own intentions. It was divine. Now, I have thought a million times before about how I would love to be a dad before such and such time, but this truly was different.
I told my wife after the service, and she quickly reminded me that if you are going to be a father before next Christmas, I would have to be pregnant in the next few months. This was a detail I seemed to overlook in my excitement. I began to recant what I said, when my wife confidently said; “I believe it can happen!” Please understand, I am not someone who grabs onto thoughts or feelings and uses them as the rutter than courses my life, but this thought had brought hope and peace to us when we needed it most and for that alone, was a miracle.
We grabbed ahold of that promise with continued hope that we would one day be parents. We had no idea how long it would be, or how it would happen, but we believed it. We entered the new year making arrangements at the fertility clinic to start the process in February. We wanted to wait one more month to see if we could conceive without additional assistance, but knew it was time to pursue other options if need be. A couple weeks into the new year, my wife woke me up by waving a pregnancy test with two lines in my face. It had happened. A story that is better told here. We fast forward the story to this Christmas, and I was reminded last night as I stood and sung similar carols about the promise we received a year prior.
Christmas has always been a time for me to celebrate the birth of Jesus! This year I not only celebrate it as the birth of God’s son, but of my son! What a miracle, what a gift, what a Christmas!
Thanks for listening.
Enjoy your Christmas!
DaddyNoob
In the early hours of this day, while you were sleeping, I was caged in the cesspool of illness, otherwise known as the waiting room at the Children’s Hospital. As I clock watched waiting for BabyNoob to get admitted for his dirty cough and worsening cold, I couldn't resist myself. I had to blog, and therefore this uber random post was born. You may ask; what do you write about at 2am on your iPhone in limbo for a Doctor. It was an obvious choice as today marked the most publicized apocalypse next to Y2K.
Here are my three “Do Nots” during Doomsday.
1. Do not go all “World War Z” on your kid, they are not a zombie, they’re just on Christmas holidays.
2. Do not shut the breaker off to your house as a prank while your child is watching Netflix. No matter how tempting it may be, this may cause toddler pandemonium.
3. Do not change your newborns mobile to the tune of REMs; “It’s the End of the World."
Well, I am glad we all made it another day. Enjoy your Christmas and live like tomorrow is always the end of the world.
Cheers,
DaddyNoob
By 2:45am we received the Doc report that BabyNoob is okay, just a minor cold that will go away over the next couple days. A case where it is more painful for us the parents than it is for him. Good news for sure, but by the time I got home and in bed. It’s 3:55am! Ouch!
First visit to the hospital for BabyNoob and it’s on the day the world ends! He has a bad cold and has a horrible flemish cough. The bonus is the three plus hour wait and it’s 12:40am right now. Work will surely come quick today.
#thanksmayancalendar #tiredparents
What Canadians do for fun. Walk in the cold to see Christmas lights #makingmemories
As I awake this morning, I roll over and fumble for my phone checking the time. I’m relieved that I got to sleep in to quarter to nine on a Saturday morning. As I gazed at the time, my mind flooded with how 24 hours earlier Newtown was about their day oblivious to evil that was minutes away from happening.
Now, only a day later my heart continues to ache for the families, friends, and community of Newtown. This tragedy personally hit me hard, now that I’m a father. I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child to natural causes, or an accident, let alone to such a violent act as this. It’s unbelievable!
When stuff like this happens, it stirs up a plethora of emotions, responses, and conversations. It only takes a few seconds of watching the news for me to fill in the blanks for why I think this happened. I have realized I’m not alone to asserting my hurt opinion for this massacre. Each of us filter the pain of this event through the experiences of our lives. For the most part we are all united with similar feelings of sadness, anger, grief, and compassion. But where I have seen a chasm of differences is in our early responses to why this has occurred. Between my Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr feed the assertions of WHY are overwhelmingly broad. From gun laws, school security, poor parenting, extra curricular activities, law enforcement procedures, movies/video games, and even how only men are serial killers (this blogger has now removed that statement).
I know all too well, that I am the first one to jump to conclusions with countless topics. I have been more and more aware of how opinionated I am, and during these last few years of personal transformation, I am triggered by the same thing I am wrestling with; strong opinions. In addition to inserting our well meaning opinions, I have seen numerous attempts for people to use this tragedy as time to reinforce personal beliefs as a campaign. I am dishearten by this, as I don’t really care to hear about someone’s views on school safety during a moment like this. That being said, I know as well that each person is responding through their own experiences, and maybe school safety is dear to them. Nonetheless, is it appropriate to capitalize on their grief to reinforce your own judgements? I am no different, as I started this post with a bunch of assumptions to WHY stuff like this happens, only to delete those words shortly after.
For some this tragedy brings up topics of conversation, and for others it surmounts deep wounds from the past. Both are valid. There will be a time when conversations are necessary, but at this stage I am putting myself aside and allowing the victims and their close ones to grieve without the propaganda of WHY did this happen. I will never know WHY this happened but I can open my heart to those affected from this and ask myself the question HOW can I help those who are hurting in this horrible time? Perhaps I should write a letter, send a card, and continue to pray for those walking through the darkest time of their life.
Thanks for listening to my thoughts…
Comment below and let me know if you agree or disagree.
Cuddling with my son and can’t help but imagine my life without him. Prayers and love goes out to the lives lost today. So sad. #newtown #ctshooting #cantimagine
Google Maps iOS Parody App for Parents. “Brutal Naps”
The long awaited Google Maps app for iPhone, iPod touch and iPad is here. After the epic fail of the Apple Maps app, droves of Apple fans have been desperately searching for a replacement. It is here! Google Maps for iOS is available and it rocks. As for myself, I didn’t even update my wife’s iPhone so that I wouldn’t lack the Google Maps app.
That being said; in between the excitement of this app, there was one app that fell to the wayside. Brutal Naps.
This app will help any parent find the perfect location to take a cat nap. The best part is that right when you fall alseep the app with randomly play the sound of either a crying baby, broken plate, or slammed door. This is the must have app to NOT have a nap. Available today.
Nighty night. Bed time cuddles with BabyNoob in the dark. #nevergetsold
What did you do on 12:12 #12.12.12? DaddyNoob had #subway and waited for a global EMP to shut the lights off. #121212 #1212121212
Guess who got a #starbucks gold card, that’s right Mr DaddyNoob #goingbigtime
Why Dad… can’t I see The Hobbit with you.
BabyNoob’s pouting face was finally caught on camera after successfully avoiding the parent paparazzi for days.
But he may be confused by my parody Hobbit movie poster; The Vomit thinking that MommyNoob was the lead role of the Hobbit. Ha.
Say what! I got retweeted from @howtobeadad today. I have arrived. #bestdayever
The Vomit - A Pregnancy Journey
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This is the daddyNOOB version of the movie poster for the epic cinematic release to; The Hobbit. The poster was inspired by the terrible morning sickness my wife (MommyNoob) had almost every day for three months during her pregnancy with BabyNoob. She became very familiar with our toilet, while I got accustomed to the echoing sound of vomiting. It’s all part of the pregnancy journey.
If you think this movie poster is too legit, then why not go see my other dad inspired movie/video games posters; The Bjorn Legacy or CALL of DADDY - Black Poops.
Early morning cuddles = warm heart. Best start to any day! #wakeywakey
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