baby mommas -are they still Taboo or no?

Question for you women out there. Is it taboo still to date a man with a child? Is baby momma drama still prevalent? I gotta ask this question, because I used to hear women say "I'll never deal with a man with baby", but that talk seems  to have faded away. I must admit that I have one of the greatest situations on Earth. My son's mother does not bother me. I have ZERO baby momma drama. I do as I please with my son when I please and she don't go off the handle when my son talks about my lady friends. Not saying that me and the other women are doing the hokey pokey, but they are just friends, but he says their names at times. "Mommy I was playing bowling with ___" my son will say with the quickness! Funny some times. She takes it in stride though. A real soldier. A real team player, and I take my hat off to her. That helps our relationship tremendously. She knows that if her mom or brother can't watch him, then my homegirl will watch him if she's free. My son loves her too! She's soooooo much fun to him. I wish I had some baby momma drama to tell yall about but I don't. So basically, I'm reaching out to yall on this one. Get at me. Tell me some drama. Fellas, get at me! Women, admit it damn it! Stand up and say you been a bitch and this is why! This is yo chance. Get at me son! don't be shy! Women, is it ok to date a man with a child now? Is ok again? Is light  skin back in? HAHAHAHA. Just checking shyt! 

Whaddup my N*&%A

Whaddup my n&%#a is a far too common phase heard amongst my negro brethren. I must say I've never been a fan of the word usage and now that we have a "brotha" as a president I hate it even more. I can't understand why we (black people) continue to disrespect ourselves like that. I hate when people call him Mr. Obama when he clearly should be addressed as President Obama! If some white person called him nigga yall would have a damn fit! It's derogatory in every way. It's not cool, hip, dope, or the way we talk! It's none of that. It's derogatory! I may call you my muh'f&*^a but never ever "my ni**a". You people (yes you black people, lol) use it too freely in circles outside of your "homie" circles. I implore that we (yes us black people) do better my people. I mean come on, I'm sure we can find an equally cool word to use to signify that individual as brethren! I don't want to be the only one with an opinion. What I want to do is hear from you all out there. Please talk to me. I need an outside opinion. 

WORD OF THE DAY times 2

since my son actually spent the night at his moms, I don't have a new word for tdy. :-( yes I am sad about that.. but we reinforced yesterdays word. UM-BREL-LA. 3 syllables. "Umbrella keeps me dry when it rains". that's my lil prodigy!!

I don't understand daddy

My son and I enjoy a lot of good times together, and a few difficult ones here and there. I believe there are a few common things that are difficult for most parents to deal with. Here are just a few that I know I personally see prevalent with todays kids and parents. 1: Your child is in pain and isn't able to communicate the problem to you is the worst for me. I can't stand my son being in pain and not being able to do anything because I do not know what is wrong. 2: Next up is the 'toddler mood swings' as I like to call it. My son at times just starts to "bug out " and act totally out of character, and I don't know what the hell is going on.
But the one that I've been struggling with the most, is when my son wants to do what I ask him, but he doesn't understand HOW to do what I am asking. My son is probably has an above average (not me talking, but people who know kids) intelligence for just turning 3 a couple of months ago. I sometimes forget that he's just 3 and put a lot of pressure on him. I would ask him something I felt was pretty simple, clear, and plain, and he just couldn't get what I was asking. I would ask him to blow his nose, and just couldn't get it, but he'd turn around and spell tortoise, or recite damn near an entire movie after watching it once. "Blow out AHJAN!" was a common phrase heard daily around my apartment. Instead of blowing, he'd inhale through his mouth and then again with his nose, instead of blowing out with his nose. He'd be so hurt because he could see that was not what I was asking. "I'm trying dad" is what he'd say. I think about it now and it brings me to tears that I could be so upset with him because he didn't understand the difference between out and in. "I'm trying dad" or "I want to make you happy dad" is what he'd say. My son gets very congested and I tried damn near everything under the moon to help him. Nebulizer, steamy shower bathroom, meds, vicks, humidifier, the green bulb syringe you get from the hospital when the baby is born, but nothing worked.
I'm a sports coach so I understand that there is always a different way to get across your message. But for some odd reason I was neglecting to use that knowledge with my son. Finally, I said to myself that my son is very intelligent and he doesn't get it, so it must be me. I thought to myself, how can I get my lil guy to understand what "blow it out" means. So I asked him to breath normally. I caught the rhythm of his breathing, and started saying, "out, in, out, in, out, in" again and again and again. Finally he was picking up what out and in was. We then went back to trying to get him to blow his nose. But at first he would breath in and out a bunch of times, and I had to correct that little bit of confusion. FINALLY my son got it. He now is probably the blow king. Excuse me for this next bit of information...... He blew his nose one morning and the most grossest booger flew out his nose, through the tissue and across the bathroom into the bathtub! I jumped out of the way (mind you he had already shot my in the forehead with a booger the day before), and let out a very girlie like yelp of disgust! LOL..... but I was so very happy that my son now understood what I had been asking him. After we laughed about that booger in my bathtub, my son looked at me and said, "That makes you happy dad" and smiled! I melted. That left eye of mine, teared up like it does when my son does something so genuine. I wiped the tear away and gave him a big hug and apologized to him for all the times I got upset with him for not understanding daddy. Parents, be patient with your kids. I know it's hard sometimes, believe me I do. But if yours is anything like mines, he/she only wants to make you happy.

word and sentence of the day

Every day I give my son a new word to learn. We spell it outloud, annunciate it, then go to the refridge and use his magnetic letters to spell it out once again before I take him to school. When I pick him up from school, I ask him the word and sentence of the day.

Word of the day for 4/24/09 is DANCE. D A N C E

and his sentence is, 'music makes me want to DANCE'

I have been doing this for a month now but I've always been active in teaching him words and how to sound out a word to learn how to say it when he doesn't know it. His vocabulary is obviously increasing rapidly. I have other ideas to increase your kids ability to communicate effectively. feel free to get at me... take care.

haven't seen you in a forever

With all this connecting technology (myspace, facebook, text, email) readily available to us we are starting to reconnect with those millions of individuals that we thought were just passing through our lives back in the day. Back in the day, you thought this or that of the person. Maybe you loved em, maybe you liked em, maybe you wanted them to mark the "yes" box in the arrow shaped letter you wrote them in math class. Maybe you wanted to really bust out of Home Economics and scream I love you Spacey Stacy bacy lacy fafacy. But you never did. Now we're all grown up and able to reconnect with these lost (or so we thought) attractions. I've been able to connect with a few through Myspace and more recently, Facebook. At first it's all praise, and smiles, and great words of fondness, and wonderful memories. I was even able to share some true feelings with those people that I would have never had the courage to say when I was in high school. While the sentiment for the most part was reciprocated, the underlying feelings were that this person was someone I truly wanted in my life (back in the day), but now he/she is nothing more than a smidge above a stranger I met today. I don't know the grown up you. The mother you. The role model you. The serious you. The sensitive you. The broken hearted you. The evicted you. The dad left me and my child you! I just know I used to love talking to you. Staring at you. Thinking of you. Day dreaming "what if" about you. But when I've had the chance to sit down and spend a lil time with some of them, it's been like ugh!! What the flip! You're not who I remember. You're not who I thought you were! You're not............. You! And in all actuality, you are you. You are the grown up version. You are the adult version. You are the "life has taken its toll on me" person. You are the single parent person. The F the world person. And we judge that person in the split second simply because we knew them prior to this meeting. We never went out before, but now we go out and I can't stand you because I remember that you were a boat load of fun. All "shits and giggles" (pardon my Austin Powers British humor). That's what I remember. Not this person in front of me, 30 lbs heavier, wearing poorly applied make up, smoking a newport , and looking tired from a 10 hour workday. Who is this imposter? It's no imposter, but since I knew her prior, I decided to judge her, instead of giving her the same just due that I would give a complete stranger. Even though this person in front of me, really is a stranger to me, as I am to her. Is it fair? Is it right? I'm gonna say no. Emphatically I'm going to say NO!! I should expect change from you. I should expect life to have molded you into something, just as it has me. I just want a take on why we hold so tight to an image or thought that is 10 years old and get mad when what's in front of you has 10 years of life added to it? Well I'm going to apologize for judging. If I met you today, I would accept all of your "flaws", all of your "differences", all of.... well, I would accept you as you are. I would accept all of you. Simply put. I myself have been judged because I was that fun and games dude back in the day. I was that guy that would have you leave my presence jaws, stomach, and head hurting because I had you laughing the whole time. Now I'm a much more serious individual. Hardened by adulthood events. Serious about mine, and focused on mine more than yours. I'm still that funny kid at heart, but my exterior is now coated with 3 coats of Life Lacquer! So I apologize for my harsh criticism. I apologize for not taking some time to listen. I apologize for not being more sympathetic. I apologize for not realizing, hey, this is the same person that I was very fond of, just more experienced and probably dealing with some of the same life issues that I am. And I should expect them to be maybe not as much fun. Cause hell, I know I'm not as much fun as that 15 year old who only cared about sports and math running around Inglewood!! HAHAHA. Good times!!!

speak on it yall!! I need a take on this one.