As a Father, if you’re going to disappoint some of them, you might as well disappoint all of them…

I wanted to post this last week when it happened but did not get a chance but since that night this scenario has come up over and over again, just not to the same extent.

The night it first happened, was a special night in the Urban Daddy household.  Determined to get back into some semblance of an exercise routine, I made up my mind early in the day that I would run on the treadmill that evening, by hook or by crook.

Since I’m still within my 3 month window of a new job with much greater responsibility, and the stress / excitement of meeting new people, learning new systems, figuring out acronyms and being on my toes all the time, I have found myself quite exhausted by about 10pm, which means that is around the time I tend to fall asleep on the couch when trying to; watch TV, read, blog, play Cityville, or… exercise.  Very unusual for me as I’m used to 1-2am sleeps with 6am wake-ups.

This night was exercise night and the beginning of a new schedule for me.

New Routine – Thursday night.:

Eat dinner with the kids (not unusual at all)

Stewie piano lessons

Give Berry a bath

Linus annoy mummy during math lesson

Then switch…

Linus piano.

Berry and Stewie before bed snack.

All kids in bed by 8:15 and I’m going to treadmill for 1/2 hour before I have a shower, then run out to grab milk.  I really want to begin getting to bed at a reasonable hour – it is currently 12:33am so that is not happening.

Then it all fell apart.

Urban Mummy wanted to talk to me.  We didn’t talk much the previous night and she barely saw me today and she wanted to chat but I patted my flabs and said, “Sorry hun!  I have to treadmill”.  She was disappointed.

I went to check on the kids and here is what happened;

Walked into Stewie’s room, and surprisingly he was still awake.

“Stay with me, Daddy”, he said.

“Sorry kiddo.  I have to treadmill right now so I can shower, get milk and talk to your mother before she falls asleep or kills me”.

He was disappointed.

I went from there to Linus’ room where he was sitting up in his bed too.

“Lay with me, Daddy and tell me a story, please”.

“Can’t buddy.  Have to go treadmill before mummy goes to sleep.

He gave me his pouty disappointed face.

Out I marched and right into Berry’s room where surprisingly she was up too.

“Rub my back and stay with me Daddy”, she said.

“Sorry, sweetie, I have to treadmill.  Sing for me and I will tuck you in when I’m done.”

She was not happy either because she didn’t sing for me and she usually does.  “Bla Bla Blacksheet”

Out I walked.

4 people wanted me to stay with them and 4 people got nothing.

Like I said in the title.  Go big or go home.  If you’re going to disappoint someone you might as well disappoint all of them.

Dads…  You turn.  What would you have done?


Beware the Ides of March! What the heck does that mean anyways? I’ll tell you!

So, today is March the 15th.

Is there any way today could be as eventful as yesterday, March the 14th, which was Pi Day (at 1:59am) and also one month after Valentine’s Day – which is known as Guy’s Wishful Thinking Day – or Steak and BJ Day.

But today… March 15th…  something happened today which you may or may not know about depending on your age.  If you’re old enough you may know already that on this day in 44BC, Julius Caesar, the dictator of the Roman Republic was stabbed 33 times to his death in the Roman senate, by several Roman senators, led by Marcus Junius Brutus (Caesar’s protege) and his brother-in-law, Gaius Cassius Longinus.  So if suggests that you “beware the Ides of March” it means be careful your followers do not surround you and stab you to death in the head, neck and – gulp – groin.

March 15th, 2011 was also the beginning of the Syrian uprising – interesting considering there is a dictator there too….

However today, Facebook did NOT shut down permanently as was being spread across the Internet as some sort of dumb-ass, barely believable hoax, however if it did, I would not be missing playing Cityville since my wife deleted it from her Facebook, then from mine in effort to restore 2 hours of our free time each day.  I suffered one day of withdrawal, then felt relief at not having to go in and play and bug people for stuff.  I’m free!

But back to the Ides of March:

The word Ides comes from the Latin word “Idus” and means “half division” especially in relation to a month. It is a word that was used widely in the Roman calendar indicating the approximate day that was the middle of the month. The term ides was used in Roman times to identify the middle of the month.  The Ides of March was a festive day dedicated to the god Mars and a military parade was usually held.

Apparently, a seer had foreseen that Caesar, the “Dictator for Life” of the Roman Empire would be harmed not later than the Ides of March and on his way to the Theatre of Pompey (where he would be assassinated), Caesar met that seer and joked, “The Ides of March are come”, meaning to say that the prophecy had not been fulfilled, to which the seer replied “Aye, Caesar; but not gone.”

So while Caesar knew the senators hated him, he was still handed a warning note before entering but he did not read it, and he dismissed his security force not long before his assassination. After he entered the hall, he was surrounded by these senators who were holding daggers – never a good sign – with Servilius Casca striking the first blow, hitting Caesar in the neck. The other senators all joined in on the beat down, stabbing him repeatedly.

Marcus Brutus wounded Caesar in the groin and Caesar is said to have remarked in Greek, “You, too, my child?” which is where “es tu Brutus?” came from.

In an somewhat ironic turn of events the soap opera continued and Cassius and Brutus got what was coming to them when Caesar’s will left a guy named Octavian in charge of the Roman Empire as his adopted son. Cassius and Brutus tried to rally against the army and even had the foresight to issue coins celebrating the assassination of Julius Caesar, known as the Ides of March.  But adopted son and new leader Octavian’s forces defeated the Brutus and Cassius army 2 years later in the Battle of Philippa (in Greece) which resulted in the 2 committing suicide.

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Who saw that coming, eh???

Octavian, later known as Augustus, ruled the Roman Empire for many more years.

If you want to know more, think back to high-school when you asked your English teacher when you were ever going to use Shakespear aghain in your whole life, since this meeting is famously dramatized in William Shakespeare‘s play Julius Caesar.

What the Family Day long weekend means to my family.


The Family Day long weekend means rest and relaxation to me and my family. It means a one day break from the daily grind of work, school and programs, and it means time to get some stuff done around the house, like cleaning and organizing and sadly, an extra day of being annoyed at my kids. 🙂

On this long weekend we sorted, cleaned, ate, slept and played a lot of Cityville.

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I realized how exhausted I’ve been since I changed jobs – I’ve been sick with an infection for 5 weeks now – and my energy level is at an all time low. My waist is growing to an all-time high. In the past 5-6 weeks I have managed a few dubious achievements, heights not reached since my early 20’s, as I drank a lot of coffee, ate a lot of McDonald’s and through all those chemicals, caffeine, sugar and fat, still found myself without any energy.

I have visited that wonderful treadmill we bought a month ago just twice.  It misses me.  I know it does.

I played my first ball-hockey game in 5 weeks on the family day Monday and thank goodness for a 2 hour afternoon nap, because I was beat by the end of the warm-ups.  I somehow managed to step it up and had my best game in at least 10 years.

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, the 21st was my birthday and I think the extra day off from life helped me get some rest and spend non-programmed time with my kids and we all really enjoyed that.

I’m thinking there should be a family day every month, don’t you?


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On the actual Family day Monday we took the kids to the Art Gallery of Ontario (we got married there 10 years ago) as there is now a kids area where the kids can draw, colour, dress up, read, play, paint, play table tennis and so much more.  The kids created art on Monday which was placed in the gallery under the kids section.  They thought it was fun, the parents thought it was cool. 

After a couple crowded hours there we headed into Toronto’s Chinatown for some dim sum.  It was, as usual, great and because it was so close to my birthday I got an order of the grilled octopus tenticles and shared some with Berry.  I was so proud of that stomach, to try something new.

Then home and more rest.

I miss you family day.


What did your family do?

It’s been a while… How are you?

Hey!  How are you?  Are you still there? 

Did you miss me?  It’s been a while.  Since I auto-post some of my Thursday Thirteen’s, it’s been a while since I have actually had time to write a fresh post.  I did one last week and that one drew incredible response on Facebook, Twitter and through my blog.  The message was clear to me that it was time to get down to writing again, so here I go. 

As I had previously posted, I made a great career move just over a week ago and with that I have been making effort to rid myself of some bad habits that I have dragged with me along the way, specifically, going to bed late, sleeping in and neglecting my duties around the house.  There, I said it.  But since last week, I’ve been getting to bed at a very reasonable time (before midnight almost every night) and as a result, I have no time for dilly-dallying after I get home from the office.  Stuff has to get done around here AND I still want to check in with the UrbanMummy (who has been quite ill the past, oh, 6 weeks), to make sure she’s coping with work, kids, household and buying stuff online.  Yes, we have a nanny, but even she’s busy in the evenings taking English courses and hanging around with her friends and family.  After a long day she needs to recharge herself to prepare for the next day too.

So here is what we’ve been up to and forgive me if I have posted about this before;

Linus has been coming of age recently, spending more time focussing on his activities and I think really starting to understand that doing things half-assed is so not cool.  I can vouch for that have grown up in the same pattern he is currently living!  But in the past couple weeks, he has impressed his piano teacher (although he refuses to practice – he just gets it), he has moved up a level in swimming classes, and in karate he’s grading for his green belt – and red guey – on the weekend because he’s totally mastered his kata.  He’s excelling in his Beaver troop and his math skills are still lights out!  He’s amazing with numbers, adding, subtracting, multiplication and some division.  He even knows about negative numbers and he can do math problems like they are child’s play.  Me, on the other hand, refused to touch math problems from his grade through University.  I knew I didn’t get them, so why make the effort.  But he gets them (thank goodness).  I’m in awe and SO proud.  He has also recently shown an interest in soccer and reading.  YAY.

Stewie – poor tired Stewie – came with to Beavers the last couple weeks and although he does not have a “costume” yet (read: Beaver uniform) he seems to really enjoy the learning and craft segments of the meetings but these meetings end at 7:30pm and that is his bedtime, so by the time we’re in the car after the meeting, he is a mess and ready for meltdown.  As a result, I do not think he’s going to be able to stick with it, at least right now.  In other activities, Stewie is also progressing at swimming – briefly being at the same level as Linus – and in piano, which he practices daily, he can play by ear!  He loves to read and has been coming up with the most cleverist of comments pretty much hourly, lately, which kills us.  He of course also likes to fight with Linus and just yesterday was waving a kitchen knife near his sister’s head while he was trying to cut an apple and verbally abuse his brother with comments like, “You’re an A.S.S., Linus”, or the ever popular, “You’re a poo poo, Linus”.  Even poor Berry can now be heard yelling to either boy, “My name is not poo poo, it’s Berry”, or “I am NOT a poo poo!  you’re a poo poo”.  Oh yes.  They have corrupted Berry so much, just last night she was heard singing “Mary had a little poo…”

Berry, meanwhile, is potty trained – except night obviously, she just turned 2-years-old – and has been sleeping in her “big girl bed” which is a toddler bed for about the same time.  During her first week in that bed she fell out of bed 5 times, four times towards the door, and the last time she fell behind the bed, so between the bed and the wall.  This usually occurs between 2am and 5am and we are awaken by a “thump”, then a cry for “mummy!!!”.  Her vocabulary is lights out and she’s quite funny, the perfect mix of Stewie’s seriousness and smarts and Linus’ goofiness and incredible sense of humour.

UrbanMummy… What can I say.  She’s been sick for ages and still manages to work, organize and plan the household, coordinate meals, prepare fantastic meals and basically be mummy to three children.  Being a mother is the most difficult profession in the world… I truly believe that.

Me, well, I drank a Tim Horton’s new XL double double last week, which is the American-sized 24oz drink and I almost fell asleep halfway through it.  It’s so much coffee that I was scared picking it up… Seriously, and nothing scares me anymore.  I’m also very close to registering for the Canadian Investment Funds Course (CIFC) so I can learn things like;

  • Financial objectives
  • Mutual fund basics
  • Mutual fund investment
  • Types of mutual funds
  • Economic environment
  • Managing mutual funds
  • Taxation
  • Pensions and retirement
  • Responsibilities

I think that’s the start I need for continuing education – it’s been 5 years since I completed my MBA, and I think I want to get my CMA after this course is done.  That or I’ll take some smaller courses like on Segregated funds, Mutual funds, or a taxation-specific course to add to my knowledge.

Other than that, I appreciate the support and the comments and I’m sorry that I have not had a chance to return the favour and read your blogs too… I promise, once I get my schedule set I will pop by more often.  I have not even had the time to Tweet or do justice to Cityville, or LinkedIn.  If you are a blogger and are not on my blogroll, please drop me a note or a comment because right now that is what I use as my guide when I have time to read.

I also noticed in the writing of this post that I apparently only have the ability to work for organizations which begin with the exact same letter!  I also cannot type the word “the”, I type “teh”, nor “myself”, I can only do “myslef”.  Can I not program WordPress or any of the Microsoft Office programs to automatically correct those?  They do not!

That’s what I’ve got right now.  This post only sat for 4 days in my draft folder.  I’m already working on the next part.

Crazy stuff at the Urban Daddy household.

I’m tired.

Very tired.

Too tired to blog, too tired to play CityVille and I’m falling asleep at 9pm usually when I sit down to turn on my computer.  I’m not used to being this tired, then again, I am 40 now, maybe my body is finally acting it’s age and going to be at 1 or 2am and getting up at 6am is wearing me out.  It has been a regular pattern for me for the past 7 years.

Nonetheless, I’ve got a lot of stuff sitting in my draft folder which I’m plopping into this one post and making it a shorter, more random one.  Enjoy.

My kids recognize “We Are the Champions” by Queen and Stewie turned up the music in our kitchen when it was on.  At that time, I was making an omelet with green onions, mushrooms, marble cheese and a touch of white wine when I felt the need to “educate” my kids, so I stopped cooking, and proceeded to hold the mushrooms up over my head and sang “We are the Champignons”.  Confused but intrigued, Linus came over to learn that Champignon, in French, means mushroom.

The next song on the radio happened to be “Hey Jude” by the Beatles.  My wife is a HUGE Beatles fan so of course I had to be a shit and I tried to convince her that the Beatles were anti-Semitic because “Jude” is “Jew” in German and when they sing, “Hey Jude… Don’t let me down” it’s really the band calling out our religion.  Smart girl, however, she’s known me for almost 12 years and completely dismissed my rantings as those of an insane father who just fed 3 incredibly overtired and cranky children while she played Cityville.

As the day progressed, the boys and I did a deep cleaning of the basement and for being so well-behaved, I thought it was the perfect time to teach the boys how to play chess.  So out came the glass chessboard with glass pieces that I was given and we all sat down so I could explain the rules.

They picked up the game very quickly and both really enjoyed it.  To show how much they play together and how well they play together, it took 7 turned each before a piece left the board.  They were very meticulous and strategize the game quite well.  Since that day they’ve played numerous times. 

Not only have the kids brains turned on to chess, but for some strange reason they have decided they want to play soccer in the basement, so for an hour a day, we’ve been playing soccer.  They play together, they play with Berry, we all played as a family, we played with our nanny and some nannies from the neighbourhood… It’s a soccer-fest each and every day and while I’m way too tired to exercise, I’m getting such a workout at home that I have muscles in my legs and knees aching which I didn’t know I had and I’ve played ball-hockey for 20 years!

Also changing since January 1st is Berry, who turned 2-years-old at the end of November has suddenly become a big girl and is well on her way to being potty trained.  This past weekend, for example, we’ve had no accidents and she’s even gone to nap in the afternoon and awaken dry. 

It’s time to call Comfy Cotton diaper service and have them hold off on the cloth diapers, I think.  She’s been able to hold it when she has to and she can identify when she has to pee and notify us in enough time so that her pants are not wet by the time she finishes her notification.

Reminds me of Linus.  He was out of diapers at 2 years and 3 months old because he really wanted red little boy boxer shorts and I think in that full year before we completely took him out of night diapers (even though he was dry through out the night for over 6 of those months – 1st kid, eh?) he had 4 accidents total.

Berry, loves her Hello Kitty panties that we buy from H&M.  I think it’s what got her out of diapers.  Finding their currency is the key!

While I’m typing this, Berry is singing the ABC’s to me in Tagalog.  At least that’s what my wife says.  It’s so cute even if I have no idea what she’s saying.

So now Berry can count to 10 in English, Tagalog and Spanish.  She is working on Hebrew and French.  She can do ABC’s in Tagalog and English.