We got our hair did, yay. Dad’s happy, no more long hair. Now I look like a boy.
See the before?
Yeah, it’s safe to say I needed a hair cut. A handsome young boy like myself can’t go around looking through a vail of hair all day.
So the “rents” got me a new do. Check it out:
Oh yeah! I know, I look good.
~Xander
Xander decided to chill out
Finally he is standing up by himself. He did it before this but we did catch it on camera before now. Chloe is still working up to this, luckily she’s ahead of Xander in other ways.
That’s the thing about twins I guess, they don’t grow up or progress exactly the same way. They each have their own strengths.
Chloe and Xander having fun outside in the grass. Having lots of fun enjoying the good weather.
Chloe and Xander having a binky battle. The binky belongs to Xander but Chloe always steals it. Xander eventually decidesto give up on it 
Chloe and Xander are having some fun at the park
I had a different post up here recently but I was told that it wasn’t up to par. So I have removed it and will repost when it is up to par and when it makes sense.
I’m going to be a father of 3, we have a 13 year old boy and are expecting twins, a boy and a girl.
Let me just tell you… as a 29 year old, immature bachelor who’s main interest is playing video games it can be quite a shock to get married to a mother of a 9 year old boy.
Truth be told, the hard work was already done, and amazingly well I might add, so the boy was a saint compared to some of the other bratty kids I’ve seen around me.
Let’s face it, whether the parents are to blame or not, there are some kids out there that make you wonder if they have parents at all.
No this boy was a saint the day I moved in, so getting acclimated to the situation was made a whole heck of a lot easier.
I have my wife and in-laws to thank for that (psst, thank you)
See now, the one thing I had going for me was the fact that I’m a gamer, we all know how teenagers these days do nothing but play games.
So it gave me a nudge in the right direction to bond a little.
Not to mention the fact that he was completely opened up to me by the time I moved in, and he called me daddy almost right away.
Let me tell you bachelors out there, the first time you hear a child call you daddy, it is the most amazing feeling in the world. Cliche perhaps, but oh so true.
So basically overnight, July 1st 2006, I went from a bachelor to a dad of an almost-teenager.
Now when I say the hard work had been done for me, I mean that my son had impeccable manners before I came along.
Come to think of it, now that he’s 13 I’m wondering if the gradual loss of those manners has to do with him becoming a full-fledged teenager or being influenced by me…hmm…
To give an impression of this wonderful child:
-Straight A student, going to a few advanced classes such as science.
-Plays violin, dabbles with guitar and piano
-An avid reader (books that is! yes he reads comics too, he’s a 13 year old)
-Interested in cooking (dinner, not just cookies)
…this list goes on.
What I’m trying to point out is, all that hard work that has been put into molding this young mind was done before I got here, so I have no practice.
And now my wife is pregnant with twins! A boy and a girl.
So not only do I have the task of trying to bring up 2 children, I have an example to follow.
And as I described, this goal is anything but average.
Luckily the same people that were around the first time will be here once more, but you can imagine it can be a little bit of an intimidating thought.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no longer the bachelor. And at 33 years old I like to think I’ve grown out of my immature ways for the most part.
But there is something about becoming a father of twins who’s mother had the luxury of having practiced before hand.
Mothers always tend to know much better how to handle parenthood then fathers, and the fact that my wife has had this much practice is comforting.
But there is somethign about it that makes me feel clueless (for lack of a better word).
I mean think about it, in “normal” situations, both parents are basically without a clue as to what they should be doing.
They help each other out on each step they take.
But here I am, the only one in this family without a clue.
I’m supposed to know less, but I’m not supposed to be ignorant compared to the infinite amount of knowledge motherhood has given my wife over the past 13 years.
This feeling is hard to describe, but some of you “married-into-fatherhood” parents might know what I mean.
It doesn’t make me any less excited though, that feeling when hearing those heartbeats during the ultrasound is indescribable.
But I’m babbling, so let me stop for now…
To see another person’s point of view, I recommend you read a post written by my brother in law, who also has his take on the matter: http://step-dad.net/?p=13
