Fatherhood In Question

So I don't really have a lot of time to post right now, and let me tell you why. There are kids here now. They're cute and sweet... well, unless you have to punish them for doing something they're not suppose to be doing. Luckily, I let the "mothers" take care of that... you know, because the boys need to be shown their authority. At least, that's what I say so I don't have to do it. Anyway, I'm sure that Jen and Karen will be keeping a much more extensive blog about the boys. So there's not really a need for me to do the same. Plus, so far, all the days have been pretty similar and basically uneventful. However, it has seriously hurt my "adventure" possibilities having them here. Yes, yes "it's an adventure having them." That's true.... if by adventure you mean being tired all the time but still having them full of energy wanting you to pick them up and throw them around. I mean, there's four of us here for crying out loud, and we're ALL exhausted by the end of the day. It's crazy. Now, I don't want to make it sound like it's horrible or anything, because Lord knows it's not. There are plenty of fun times, and they have very contagious laughs. But I must say that I take comfort in the fact that I know that I'm going am going back to the States on August 2nd. And I only say that because I know that I'll be able to sleep for 8 hours again. Though I must admit, I'm totally sitting over here typing this while the girls are taking care of the boys.

Alright, so the only things I've done since the boys got here were 1. Take Mike to the airport to go back to the States, and 2. Went out to Didasko to drop off some presents. The airport journey was pretty uneventful. Ok, so Jen and Karen just maybe had an issue with the bit of a scratch and dent that Gracie got while on that trip, but I really don't think it was a big deal. I mean, that parked truck's bumper really just came right out and hit her. Alright, so maybe I should have taken the turn a little wider, but it was a VERY tight fit.... and Gracie is fine. I'm sure if you wash her, you'll never even see it.... yeah, that's a lie. But it could have been worse. Oh, and it was just Nicole Tindall and I who took him back. And we kinda got a little lost trying to get back. BUT, we totally figured it out.... and it worked out well since we needed to go to the store anyway. You see, we were looking for like a big bowl to bath the baby in, but it wasn't at the first store we went to. But, since we took the road we did, there was another store on the road that DID having a bowl/tub thing that we could use. See, it all worked out well. Nothing to worry about.

At Didasko, we took the two older boys with us (Jen, Nicole, and I) and left the 3 younger ones with Karen and Fabiola. They seemed to enjoy the trip there and everything... even the black holes that litter the road along the way to the home. Have you driven out there in anything other than a bus?! It's RIDICULOUS! You seriously need a 4-wheel drive vehicle with PLENTY of clearance to traverse that tremendously terrorizing terrain (like that alliteration?). So, when we got out there, the boys seemed pretty nervous... which is odd since they were very talkative and energetic on the drive over. We're guessing that they may have initially thought that we were going to leave them there or something. Maybe not, but they were pretty shy. Jen and I got to give some presents to Norma (my parents' adopted girl there), and the three of us took a picture together. Apparently it was precious, but I have my doubts when I'm in the picture. Anyway, she was very happy with the gifts she got, and the others that I had from people at home, I left with Jorge and Rosa to give to the kids (since I didn't know who they were and I didn't want to just hand out presents to like three kids) later. Oh, we took Norma off to a room by ourselves to give her gifts to her just FYI. But, the boys weren't really big fans of staying there, even though there was going to be a pinata. So, we headed out and came back here. That's about the extent of the things I've been a part of since the boys got here.

Oh, but one thing about the baby. It cries... all the time. And you know one thing that makes him cry? ME! That's right, if he ever makes eye contact with me, he starts crying. If I get within a certain distance of him, he starts crying. Which proves my previous theory... babies hate me. haha. The 2-year old is fine, but apparently below that, they have "Hate Jeff" woven into their DNA.