I had my son Nolan over this weekend and we had a pretty good time. I think it helped both of us not to have spent the majority of Saturday night in a car. The mosquitoes really did a number on him, but he was a champ about it and didn’t scratch them like crazy. Sunday was probably the best as we watched a bit of Wall-E together and then I ended up welling up a bit when I put Nolan to bed and told him I loved him only to have him say it back to me. Yeah, that happened. I had a great time with him and he seemed happy the whole time so it was a pretty great weekend. Can’t wait til he comes back in two weeks!
I am currently going to court for my son. It’s a long drawn out proccesss. I am pretty sure the first court date was LAST September. Yesterday at court they scheduled a hearing date for THIS September. Nice, huh? Someone forgot to do something so we got delayed even more. The basic gist of the court battle is I want to spend quality time with my son and my son’s mother thinks he would be better off without me. For some reason she doesn’t understand that never in the history of child custody cases has a father been denied seeing his son. Especially one who A) works B) pays his child support C) likes his kid and D) wants to see his kid. Hell, I’m sure there are a ton of dads out there that only do 1 out of those 4 and still see their kid. Yet somehow despite the fact that *I* am the one who started the court proccess so I could see him more, I am the one who doesn’t want him and is basically under attack each time we go to court. I really don’t understand it. I really, really don’t.
So what’s going to happen? We are going to go to court more, we are going to pay this other person money to talk to us about our son, we are going to pay our lawyers more money, we are going to continue to pretend this isn’t going on, there are going to continue being border line lies said about me in court and in the end not much is going to change. I’ll still see Nolan every other weekend for the rest of his life with the chance that the court might decide that I should see him a bit more than that. Basically, it’s going to cost me thousands of dollars that I really can’t afford to get back to where I am right now. Makes sense to me.
I guess it’s worth it though. Spending of thosands of dollars, wasting a bunch of time and putting up with the stupid court system is certainly a lot better than the alternative of giving up. I mean, just look at him.
WGD or World’s Greatest Dad is my new feature about how awesome of a father I am.
I took Nolan over to my friends Mike and Mel’s house for the Super Bowl last night. There was a few other parents with kids there and Mel and Mike have two kids of their own, though they are much older. I wanted to see how Nolan would do around some other kids (and watch the game) and I think it went pretty good. They had one of those little Radio Flyer bikes and Nolan just loved it. He didn’t really cry much unless he fell into something and when he did cry he stopped after I told him he was embarrassing me in front of my friends (kidding). As if there was any doubt that he was my son, he undid it when he took someone’s baseball cap, put it over his face and started walking around. What a showman. He ended up running into the wall, but I think he knows it was worth it. If there’s one thing I believe it’s that it’s okay to hurt yourself if people laugh. Clearly, we’re on the same page.
Originally I had planned to leave at halftime, but he ended up having so much fun that he just stayed awake until he passed out in the Pack N Play. Overall, he was a superstar kid who barely wanted anything to do with his dad for most of the night. Some people would complain about this, but to me that’s exactly how it should be. Nolan having fun without needing me or anyone else to hold his hand while he does it. As his father it’s my job to take care of him, not be his friend and if he’s anything like me he won’t need me to be because making friends won’t be a problem.
