Less here but more over there

You may have noticed that the posts on this blog have been a bit sparse lately. If so you are very astute, if not then carry on as usual there is nothing to see here. I have been doing a lot more writing at a new website that I have created called Stay At Home Dad Portland. This new website is a blog that is targeted to the folks that dig the daddy bloggers scene and who are interested in hearing tales of parenting from a dads point of view, in this case me. It has been more and more successful with comments on nearly every post and more readers each day. The content is still about Finn, Henry, Ian, Beautiful, and I but it is little more anonymous. Written for bigger audience than this blog was meant to reach. I will still be posting here with videos, pictures, and other stuff but it will continue to be sparse for a while. Please come over to sahdpdx.com to check out the new site if you are interested in getting more frequent posts. Thank you all so much for continuing to support my narcissistic need to be heard and if you just want videos of the boys without reading all that other stuff that's alright too. Again thanks

Learning Chopsticks

Our exchange student made dinner for us last night and then tried to teach Finn to use chopsticks

Rocking the papa shirt and slip slops

Here is the video where Finn explains his choice.

Want my job? this could be you

It has been a rough morning here in sunny Portland because the boys woke up too early. Henry is well entrenched in his terrible two mode and every toy on the planet is his. Finn was playing with a stroller left discarded for while and Henry caught sight and pitched a fit. Enjoy Finn playing keep away as any loving brother would.

It's a puffy vest no pants day

It's a puffy vest no pants day, originally uploaded by gylcol.

Sometimes you have one of those days where pants are optional but a puffy vest is called for. Finn had one of those days last week and it was a magical time for him. He wouldn't take the vest off and had no need for pants.

in the news but not for reasons that rohl's are normally in the news

We were on the news this past Friday, part of a story on the growing numbers of stay at home dads. See if you can find us.

happy birthday henry ellis

Henry turned two this weekend and you missed it. Well maybe you didn't miss it but I did. He was spending the weekend with Grandma and Papa while Mommy and Daddy got there drink on and watched the Lakers kick the ______ out of the local, lovable Blazers. Not sure if this will stick with him but it is good that he learns early what basketball means to daddy. I mean the kid will be two for a whole year but seeing this game is once a year chance. That is all a load of crap cause we had to leave right from the game to go see Henry on his birthday. We left at about 9:30 to make the hour drive, get the little man out of his bead and snuggle with him. We brought him to bed with us and paid for missing the party by having him kick us in the back all night long. Payback feels like a ball pin hammer to the lower back but it was great to have him close. Happy birthday Henry, you are super cute and have a terrible scream that you rely on way to much and I love you madly.

You want more videos? well here you go

a young bad blake

Another video for you not because you asked but because I know what you want. My favorite part has to be when he says good night to the beer. That's my boy!

giraffes giraffes giraffes

Finn has been getting back into his guitar but his song writing has taken a bit of a hit. Not sure if he has writers block or if he's just running up against the limitations of his 3 year old vocabulary. We went to the zoo on Wednesday and he composed a little dity about it above. Enjoy.

adding to the art

adding to the art, originally uploaded by gylcol.

While cooking dinner the other night the boys were finger painting. You can read about the fiasco here, but here is the result of their creativity

henry wanted to say hello

seriously done sleeping

Henry had a long nap in the morning yesterday so when it came time for the afternoon nap he didn't seem to think it was necessary. At first he just played in his crib with his RV and bull dozer. A bit later I heard books dropping between crib and wall followed by Henry voicing his displeasure with being in bed. He got louder and more forceful unitl finally he was yelling "I sleep ALL DAY!" "DADDY, I sleep ALL DAY!" We had to go in and get him at that point, he was just too cute.

just when we thought we were out ...

It was a beautiful day in Portland with blue skies and a warm sun on short sleeved arms. The boys played outside for most of the day and I got out and trimmed the rose bushes and raked up the left over leaves and blown down branches from weeks of wind and rain. It was so nice out today that we made fish tacos and citrus salsa like it was summer. If only we weren't out of tequila we would have had some margaritas with our summer meal. The nice day outside helped the growing panic on the inside after hearing last night that our house in Indiana is listed on the tax sale because of unpaid back property taxes. We thought it was a mistake since our mortgage just went up due to an escrow payment that was meant to be for back taxes but instead went to home insurance. Our mortgage company didn't have our new policy after we changed insurance companies so they found their own and added it to our bill. A long day of phone calls and I think we are all straightened out now but the sunny gardening kept me from throwing up from the panic attack. Ironically the night before Beautiful and I were talking about how for once in our mariage we had all the bills and spinning plates under control. That feeling lasted all of 6 hours before reality came crashing down on us. There is always something we are missing.

beard hunter

One morning last week Beautiful and I were wanting to sleep longer but the boys had a dissenting view. They jumped in our bed and crawled over us as we tried in vain to find some peace and slumber. Soon Henry had the blankets off the bed and was blowing rasberries on all or our bellies. When he got to me he pulled up my shirt and started to place his slobbery, snot ridden face to my belly and then stopped short and examined my belly button. He then looked up at us confused and said "Daddy has belly button beard?" I was awake now after the belly laugh, and Henry started looking for a belly button beard on everyone else. "Finny have belly button beard? noooooooo!" "Mommy have belly button? noooooo!" So next time you see Henry don't be surprised if he lifts up your shirt to check your belly button for a beard.