Update.

I promised an update a while back, then promptly never got around to writing it. It’s been so long and there’s so much to say that I often attempt to begin only to find myself pretty overwhelmed with the task. 

I’ll do my best, even if it’s only short.

K turns 13 this weekend. It’s ridiculous that I can even say that – thirteen. He’s grown so much, entered High School (!) and is loving having more independence. Due to our rural locale, he has to get up early and catch the bus to his school – then in reverse. This see’s him have longer hours than a lot of 9-5ers, and at first we were concerned about how this would impact him. 

To his credit, he’s taken things in his stride. He adores his campus and his teachers, and his last school report is the best one we’ve ever had yet. It’s such a lovely change to see him enjoy school for the first time since we moved here. 

I taught him how to shave recently, too. We got his school photos back about 4 weeks after they were taken, and in the photo his moustache was significant and noticable! His school is fairly strict on a no-facial-hair policy, and on a whim I decided to teach him how to wet shave. I’m a bit proponent of old school style wet shaving with a badger hair brush, shave soap and a double edged razor. Needless to say, kiddo got a bic and used my brush and soap. He only had to shave his moustache, and he missed the edges so I had to help get those. 
I’m not going to lie, it was quite emotional. My Wife snapped a photo of the process and I will cherish that. 

What else? He’s begun singling me out to ask more questions relating to men, as opposed to his Mum. That’s new, because he’s always been a Mumma’s boy. This is apparently a developmental milestone in kid’s teenage years. 

All in all, K is such a wonderful human being and I am so thankful for the privilege to be his Father. 

So, our lives have been thrown into chaos lately due to having to unexpectedly vacate the rental we are living in.

Alongside this, we had to put our beloved family cat down two weeks ago and little K hasn’t been taking it very well. They slept together every night, and K was smitten with our cat.

We’re surviving though. Wife got a new job with more hours, and we’ve secured the new rental which is not only cheaper rent, but far more suited to our family than the current rental anyhow.

I’d say with the amount I’m working, alongside my Wife landing that new job – we’ll have enough saved for a deposit on our own little house in 12 months time.

Life is hectic, but our love surpasses anything.

I have finished my assignment obligations for today exceptionally early. As a treat to myself I am procrastinating housework.

If you’d like to help in this process, you can submit shit or ask questions.

Ask or Submit.

Hormones.

Things have been turbulent recently for our family due to many things changing in our lives, so I’ve not been as attentive with this blog and for that I apologize. I am also mobile blogging so I apologize in advance for any errors.

K is going through a lot of changes recently alongside the ones we face together as a family, mainly due to a disrupted schedule and more recently – hormones. He’s been having a bit of difficulty controlling his temper, trouble with friends at school having disagreements and generally being a lot more obstinate at home. I’ve heard lines such as “you can’t tame me!” which while are endearing coming from the mouth of an eight year old are still somewhat out of character.

My Wife and I continue to create an environment which clear lines of communication can be had and despite his recent troubles he is being an absolute champ with the new changes that are taking place.

I’m really proud of him, and remind him of that regularly.

Suggestions Welcome.

Once again, I’ve exhausted my list of ideas regarding posts relevant to this blog. 

I am more than welcome to suggestions, although I can’t promise I will address all topics suggested as they may not be applicable or I may not have experience in that area. 

Submissions are also welcome.

Being a father is wonderful, but there has been some things along the way which I haven’t been able to deal with very well. I figured I might talk about a few of those things.

I have a little boy, and when he was toilet training he first sat down to avoid accidents. Soon he was completely toilet-confidant and it was time to teach him how to aim properly while standing to pee. Bang, instant hatred for my own body (again).

Most other father’s in this situation would simply be able to lead by example. I didn’t want to use my stp in order to demonstrate how one aims and stands, as I tend to have a hard time pissing in front of anyone let alone a very curious little toddler.
I guess to K, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I talked him through it and he learnt without demonstration….

For me it was monumental. Catastrophic. I can’t accurately articulate the thoughts that were echoing through my mind for weeks after that happened, but it’s one of thousands of nuances that cisgendered men wouldn’t have to deal with.

K, my Wife and I go camping frequently. Whenever I need to piss, I make sure to go as far away from view as I can so K doesn’t see me. I have a good stp, but the color isn’t perfect and I don’t want to have to deal with explaining what it is or why I have to use it.

Now that I’ve written this, it doesn’t seem particularly helpful or whatever.