
As most of you know, I am a CPA and am in that time of year that my colleagues and I call “Busy Season”. Busy Season lasts from approximately the second week in January through the end of March and usually drags a bit into April. No I do not do taxes other than a bit of corporate tax, but I do audit mid to large companies, think of it as my team providing a good housekeeping seal of approval for these companies’ financial statements. Busy season keeps me at work late into the night from midnight to even as late as 3 am nightly during some the busiest weeks.
Needless to say I have missed some good times with the family and Jennifer has been carrying the load with Jake considering that he was born during this rough time. Busy season is not only rough on me, but also on Jennifer as well. Many times when coming home late at night around 1 am, I see Jennifer up feeding Jake. It is hard on both of us and I am sorry I am not able to help much. I try to help out as much as I can on the weekends but lately those too have been work intensive. In fact the lowest moment during it all was this past Sunday.



· My schedule is extremely flexible – and once Busy Season is over, I honestly can take my 6 weeks of vacation. Further as a Senior Manager – I can break away from time to time to go to the doctor appointments or just show up a little later than most during work hours. I am judged by my finished product not how I get there.
· This thing called Busy Season is temporary and thankfully, just about over.

· I have the full support of my beautiful wife.
· My boys still love me.
How do I know this, let me tell you a story from this evening. I walked in from work today at 7pm (just missed dinner again) and Henry yells “DADDA IS HOME”. I come in and say hi to everyone and he stretches out his loving arms and says in his perfect little way (he has become quite the speaker these days)….GIVE ME LOVE DADDA! He then squeezes me as hard as he can and pats my back (as he says…“I squuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeze it”). It was the best bear hug a dad can have. No questions, no judgments, just pure unconditional love.
Jake also showing the love…He smiles at me on demand. All I have to do is just touch his cheeks just to the left of his lips and prod him and he just smiles away. All stress just drains from your system with his cute little smile.

So I have turned the corner on my peak time, still have a few days left but overall, I am working to about 7pm and headed home. Things are slowly normalizing…Jennifer wants to start a new home project and she is filling up our weekend schedule for family and friend events that I can attend without problem. I am happy it is over and I am happy to have a family that during the middle of it will just say hi when I get home and say, “Give me love Dada”. All else if forgiven and forgotten and for that I give them that love right back.

We just hope he passes through his latest issue of constipation quickly!

Speaking of constipation, we have a funny story. As I just mentioned, Jake has only gone #2 a few times over the past week and really is uncomfortable since he cannot poop. He have now changed his formula, put him on Milk of Magnesia and in dire straits, bought some suppositories…you know the liquid gel that you squeeze through a tube and stick up his rear to help him go. Well we had to go to that last resort last week as there was a four day period between poops. I came home and administered the apparatus in his rectum and we made a family event to watch what happens next. To set the scene, we are in our kitchen, we but a soft blanket on the countertop and cover it with newspaper. We take off Jake’s clothes and lay him on the newspaper. Henry is on a stool watching right next to Jake, Jen to my left and I administer the action. Nothing happened for 5 minutes and then all of the sudden #2 comes shooting out and lands squarely on Henry’s shirt! Jen and I laughed so hard but Henry was pretty upset being pooped on! Jake then unclogged himself and probably filled up 5 diapers worth of yellow-gold relief! He has been getting better, but I cannot wait to tell some future girlfriend of Henry’s how his little brother dookied on him!

When playing his CDs in the car, one of the songs is “This little light of mine” and has a gospel rendition of “Amen” at the end of it. When the song was over, he says, “I like that song momma” so matter of factly and proudly.
The other day, when I was heading to work, he grew overly concerned that I was forgetting my work I brought home so came running up to me as I was leaving and said, “Dada don’t forget your backpack” and kept repeating it until I picked it up. He is such as Useful Engine.
Before any meal, he MAKES us say grace. As good Catholics we say the traditional meal blessing that our grandmothers taught us, with full sign of the cross action. Henry usually doesn’t say the prayer…too long and complicated and can only do half of the sign of the cross. Well Henry is in

Other randoms…just in a typical car ride one day just blurts out “I like kangaroos”. What is going on in his head? I don’t know but whatever it is, he is just thinking and imagining away.
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