Parenting is tough

I should be writing about how I got dressed up as a superhero (And not just any but Supergirl) to run in the blazing Houston heat this afternoon, but I can’t. I don’t care enough right this second.

Pickle Pie spent the night with Nana and Bubba last night and came home after I left for the run. As I was being dropped off home by a fellow runner, Mum mum was pulling out to take her over to Ama & Kong Kong’s.

A couple of hours later we get a call. Pickle Pie had been running, fell and hit her teeth. Her front teeth were bent in. Rushed home she was and calls to dentists both near and far. Luckily our neybor is a dentist and after a consult with the on call for our regular dentist he was able to straighten them back. Pickle pie was a trooper, was a super brave girl, and was back off dancing and playing shortly after the procedure (sans pain killers) was complete, and scaring the beejeebers out of us with every move she made. Last I heard, she was in a Chinese restaurant eating soup. Wow… Her strength in that situation amazes me.

Everyone who has had kids knows it is not easy, and tonight was a sharp reminder of that for me. Any of the adults would have taken the pain for Pickle Pie if we could, but we could not, and all we could do was help her deal with it.

Pain is a part of life, although it is sometimes too much part of the central part of out lives. It is around us all the time, and we all have to deal with it at some point. Physical or emotional, we endure and move on. I wish I could stop my kids from ever feeling pain of any kind, but even if I could I know I should not. Pain helps remind us of our boundaries, and I guess there are some that say that if you don’t feel the lows and the pain that you will not feel the highs… Not sure how much I believe that, but regardless… Letting her go and do her thing is always hard, but doubly so tonight.

Parenting is hard, I understand that better everyday, but I would not trade it in for anything. I am incredibly privileged to have to beautiful healthy kiddos… And look forward to everyday I will have with them… I will be there to pick them up when they fall, to cuddle with them when they are sad or in pain, and to join in the joy when they are happy. My kids are my life. Not all of it, but a large part of it. I don’t live only for them, and they certainly do not live for me, but I will happily tag along for the ride to help guide them and support them, and to watch them grow into the awesome women I am sure they will be.

Tomorrow will be better and i will get around to posting about the hot undies run… But for tonight I hurt because my kid hurts. She just deals with it better than me I think.

Pickle Pie Celebrates Turning Three…

From Pickle Pie – 3rd Birthday Party


Wow… three years… Yes, second post on her birthday, and there could have been many more. We helped celebrate her third birthday with family and friends over the weekend. Hiring out the party room at Star Pizza and providing nothing more than some pizza, some drums, some free space, and a little time… and kids are happy, and parents get a little space to relax (at least I hope they did!).

From Geehan Family – 2011

As an additional benefit, we also celebrated the birthday of Pickle Pie’s Kuku and her Dadawa (Daaadddiee Waddie). Everyone had a good time, including our new little Monkey.

From Pickle Pie – 3rd Birthday Party
Pickle Pie – 3rd Birthday Party

UPDATE – Fixed issues with the photos after I changed the permissions on the gallery…

My Little Caddy (or will it be the reverse?)

Pickle Pie has always seen me watch and be interested in golf. We have a little toy club at home and a putter that my dad got at a conference, that breaks down and can be stored in a decorative box. She loves to play with both, so it has come as no surprise that she would repeatedly say ‘Daddddyyyy… When I bigger, I go pway golf wid you’.

Over the weeked, as a present just from me, I took her to Golf Galaxy. After wandering around the store with no one offering to help, we finally found the junior section. This is what we walked away with;


From Geehan Family – 2011

I had then planned on going to BestBuy to look at the Kinetic… but Pickles had a different view… Nope… Memorial Golf Course it was. We got a small bucket of balls, and I managed to hit one or two… but the main reason for being there was;


From Geehan Family – 2011
From Geehan Family – 2011
From Geehan Family – 2011

Pretty good form, although she is dropping her shoulder, which will not help her get the best contact, but we will work on that… 🙂

We then moved on to the putting green, where her approach of guiding the ball towards the hole was innovative, but maybe not part of the USPGA rule book!


From Geehan Family – 2011
From Geehan Family – 2011

It was a hot afternoon, but we both had a lot of fun. BestBuy, and a look at the gaming options there would come another day…

From Geehan Family – 2011

Three years ago…



Three years… Flash and they are gone.

It is amazing to me how quickly time has gone by. Everyone says it does, and I do get that, but seeing the difference between the wee babe and the little lady still stuns me, and makes me wonder what her sister will look like in 28 months.

Three years ago I was completely unprepared to be a father, and sometimes I still feel unready, but we deal as best we can. The little Pickle Pie, who was once just a little Blobby, is now a little lady, all full of personality, opinions, and attitude. At times I forgot she is still a little one, and expect too much out of her, and am working on my patience, especially at the end of the day.

Three years. I mean really… THREE freaking YEARS! Wow.

Anyway, happy birthday little one. Can’t put in words what you mean to us. How much we love you. And miss you when you are not in the house…


From Geehan Family – 2011

So it is always the big milestones that people talk about with their kids…

  • Sleeping through the night
  • First time they Roll over
  • First food
  • Crawling
  • First Steps
  • etc, etc, etc.

But to me it seems it is the unmentioned milestones that have hit home a little more. First time Pickle Pie stayed over with either grandparent, using the potty more and more, without accident, and so many more. This really hit home yesterday. Pickle Pie dragged me out of bed shortly after 7am to go play in her room, builing buildings with her Lego Duplo, and playing with shape puzzles. I then heard Pixie Pie, and so went to get her out of bed… Breakfast was then processed for Pickle Pie. By 10:30 I handed Pixie back to Mum mum (who was just stirring from bed) and took Pickle Pie out to Home Depot. She slept a little on the way there and then fell asleep on the way back… staying asleep for an hour or so.

The rest of the morning/early afternoon was spent recaulking the bathroom. It really made me realize how sloppy a job the contractors did when building the house… caulking the outside of the shower door sill, but not the inside (resulting in a deep green algae like substance to be growing on the caulking), caulking over cracks in the grout instead of fixing the problem itself, etc. Pickle Pie did help out, but then got distracted by her sister.

Anyway, back to the reason for the post. We went over to a friend’s house to hang out, as she was just recovering from surgery. She has two wee ones, A girl of four, and a boy who is 1 1/2 weeks younger than Pickle Pie.

Given that I work all day (yes, I do actually work), I tend to miss out on a lot of the play dates that happen, so have not seen Pickle Pie’s interaction with other kids all that much. That being said, even Mum mum was surprised at her yesterday. Within minutes of arriving the kids were calling for Pickle Pie to come play, and soon after they disappeared into a bed room, coming back out, at full speed, each with their own cape. Round and round the house they ran. Mum mum joined in, resulting in a terrified Pixie Pie. Dadawa then took over, resulting in a terrified four year old (I still have the touch it seems!). Yoga was then practiced, and all around fun had.

We then headed out to grab a bite to eat before going to Capoeira.

I was surprised, proud, and a little sad to see how quickly Pickle Pie is growing up. She is such a little girl now… Not an infant, not a baby, but a little girl.

Oh yeah, and we ended the night with her having a bath in the sink in the kitchen. Started by her wanting to wash her hands, then scrub her fingernails, then wash her feet and scrub her toenails… all resulting in the photo below;

From Geehan Family – 2011

Sick Pie…

This weekend seemed like it was (iPad seriously just autocorrected WAS to WASSERSTEIN!) a busy one. Skipping to Sunday we had Dim Sum at a different place than we had previously gone to. The good was not the best and by the tail end of lunch Pie (the big one) was getting tired and bored so we went out in the hallway to run around and play. She and I had lootsss of fun!

We headed home, dropping Ama and Kong Kong home and then went home to wait for Bubba who was coming to get Pickles to take her for a bike ride. She fell asleep and had a nap while we waited, but woke up to head over.

We learnt later that they did not do the ride as she slept on and off all afternoon, and was vomiting about an hour before we went over for dinner. When we got there she had a fever and was very low key. She was ill once more before we left and again in the car on the way home. Monday she was low key for a lot of the day and had another bad night, whimpering and wanting to be held a,l night.

She seems to be all better, especially after sleeping for the better part of 12 hours last night.

The only thing that we can think of what caused it was that we were at a meeting with some other families on Saturday morning. Pickle was playing with the hosts young boy. The mother was coughing a little during the meeting and only thought to tell everyone that she had been sick all week, and only thought to let everyone know at the end of the meeting. A meeting where there were three little kiddos under the age for four months… Now that may not be the reason that Pickle Pie was vomiting all over the place and was not happy for a couple of days but it is the most likely factor, which makes Mum mum and me angry.

I could say a lot more and really want to, but I will leave it at… This makes us ANGRY!