Before I start getting into the crazy blog posts that could and probably would offend people out there, I wanted to take a minute and talk about the 3 most important vip's in my life..my 3 sons.
The oldest one
I think he's more of me when I was his age. He has more of my personality and tolerance. Very nice, kind and generous to others, but bossy and more of an "older brother" to his younger siblings. He's the easiest to talk to and discipline and also the most sensitive. He means a lot to me as do the others, but with his circumstance coming up, I think I favor him a little bit more than the others. I'm also harder on him because he's the oldest and I see him as a role model for his younger brothers.
Right now, he wants to play football and be an astronaut..hopefully, he'll just end up being a kid an grow up when it's time to grow up. No rush at all I keep telling him.
He loves all the usual kids stuff..spiderman, superman, batman, power rangers, yo gabba gabba, team umizumi, and a bunch of other kid favorites that you can find on repeat on nick jr.
Right now, we're starting to read and from the look of things, I think he'll be alright =)
The middle child
He's the clown of the trio. He's breakdancing, locking, popping, and at times I think he's just coming up with his own dance routines. He tends to be more outgoing and talkative, unlike his older brother, so that means more trouble than his older brother as well. He speaks his mind and remembers everything I tell him. The others do too, but he implements them more and if you break the rules he'll definitely tell on you without hesitation. He's more of a suck up. If he know he's in trouble, he'll start sucking up quick trying to get on your better side before your other side pops up.
I feel bad for him more since he's the middle kid. It seems as though he has to be better than his younger brother but yet meet the standards of his older one as well.
I remember from day 1, when he was brought home from the hospital, how his older brother hit him and made him cry. Every night in order for him to go to sleep, I had to hold him and basically rock him to sleep. Or else he wouldn't sleep. Even till now, he would need me to be there in order for him to fall asleep.
The youngest, and baddest of the bunch
He was the easiest of the 3 when he was a baby. I don't know what could've happened to make him the baddest one! He yells and screams at you while he point his small pointy finger in your face. He'll push and shove you to get out of his way and then ends up screaming at you still when you move away. He'll hit you in the face and scratch you leaving scars and red marks. He gave his older brother a scar on his nose from the scratch alone. If he wants something, he's gotta have it. If he doesn't get his away, you'll hear him whine and scream and jump up and down until he gets what he wants. I'm not sure where he gets his personality from (I'm thinking it's his mom), but when he does calm down, he's the cutest baby I've known. He makes this funny face when you tell him to cheese like he's pushing out a deuce. He dances with his older brother to Rio and Ne-yo and them pop songs you hear on the radio. He watches youtube videos over and over again, not to mention the movie "The Cat in the Hat" on repeat in the car as well. No one else can do anything when he's around. It's his way, or the highway. But yet like I said, he's the nicest, cutest baby when he feels like it.
Well, that's a little more in depth look at who I am. So far you know I'm never serious and you know I'm caring and generous (to a point at least) and now you know my 3 sons mean more to me than anything else in this world. I know the trio of bad-asses isn't the easiest to take care of, but they're still the most important things to me. More than my own life as well, because....what's my life without them?
Yes, I'm that FOB man.
