tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54500075617686894782011-11-27T16:30:05.712-08:004 cousins - Daniel, Sean, Seko, and Walter Varner embark on the joys and mistakes of fatherhood. Information found on this blog may not be used against us for any reason. We' be good Daddies !Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-38094459026414389782010-09-05T12:12:00.000-07:002010-09-05T12:16:07.365-07:00

Eva: Dad, Who is Mister Mister?Me: A rock group from the 80s.Eva: Oh. I thought it was some guy named "Mister"

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-72928549159860194632010-09-05T08:36:00.000-07:002010-09-05T08:46:42.169-07:00

Sooooo.... We're drivinng in the car from Church and from a lil' shopping when I roll down the windows reveling in the serene summer sun and such. In the back the Lil' ones are chomping hard upon some Tropical flavored chewing-gum. The car smells like a tropical forest until.....A car approaches and passes that reeks of gasoline. I hear some sniffing from the back seat, then almost urined upon

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-22519087947107256492010-03-12T02:34:00.000-08:002010-03-14T09:38:54.047-07:00

We need to tell our own stories I was reading about The Blind Side, yet another "Whitey Saves The Negroes" movie, based on a true story, starring Sandra Bullock - you know the one she one the Oscar for. I haven't seen it yet, so I don't know if the Oscar was well deserved or, like Denzel in Training Day, the Academy finally got around to recognizing her body of work and that just happened to be

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-87646837160272635972010-01-26T07:12:00.000-08:002010-01-26T07:24:57.358-08:00

Lately the Lil' Diva has had to deal with a lot of loss. In July 2009 her beloved maternal grandmother became an ancestor. In September 2009 her beloved paternal grandfather became an ancestor and her paternal grandmother was placed into the intensive care unit almost becoming an ancestor. She, the Lil' Diva, dealt with celebrating both of their birthdays without them yet full of tears by our

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I find that i am more than a little worried and in a constant state of prayer.

Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06254862093002700432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-83492473407608010962009-11-28T09:25:00.000-08:002009-12-06T06:38:13.761-08:00

I Love You Guys.I almost died recently. According to His will, I Am here now. By His spripes I Am healed.I Love you guys.I am walking a rough strech of road now and I Am Blessed to walk it with my Wife Carol.I Am blessed to have the support of my family and dear friends.Carol will leave with Zikora in two weeks because of her visa and will come back a month or so later. I will miss her. I miss

Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06254862093002700432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-46168317542347517762009-09-25T21:20:00.000-07:002009-09-25T21:41:37.124-07:00

Dr. Rev. Samuel Lee Varner: Sunrise 10/19/1937. Sunset 09/22/2009.9.22.2009 I was awoken suddenly at 1:37 a.m. I couldn't determine what awoke me. I couldn't immediately return to sleep. 10 minutes or so later I was snoring. At 1:51 a.m. I'm awakened by a phone call. I hear my mother's muffled voice crying hysterically. My sister in-law then appears on the line saying "Seko, Papi's gone. He's

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Samuel Lee Varner is now an ancestor.He tried to teach me things and really wanted to see my marriage succeed. It was only very recently I was introduced to his wicked sense of humor, not to dissamilar from my own.

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-32076271843991098272009-08-04T18:00:00.000-07:002009-08-04T18:55:56.606-07:00

As a Conscious-Christian I have taught my children to pray and worship our Savior. As an African I have taught my children to pour libation. We honor and worship The Almighty, we then honor and worship our Savior, we then give honor to our ancestors.Pouring libation has become very real to mi ninos since their Grammy (Maternal Grandmother) died 15 days ago. This photo taken by my daughter on the

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Tonight the Wifey and I carried our Ninos into the house, both dead-weights lumped over in our arms oblivious to the struggles of their parents. Tonight was a struggle. Tomorrow was going to be a struggle.Tonight I returned from work with the Sun-son who was too sick to go to summer camp. It was about 6:15 pm. He hung with me today and I completed reports and delivered paperwork and such. As I

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-68136709489177768002009-06-14T20:54:00.000-07:002009-06-14T22:07:34.097-07:00

Knowing that I'd be out of town on Sunday the Wifey & Los Ninos got the jump pon' me. I was surprised this morning with Lil' Ones bearing gifts shouting Happy Father's Day ! To semi-quote Lil' Wayne...... "I'd say it was beautiful, but it was beyond that." I've noticed so many interesting things surrounding fatherhood recently. I was recently in a drug store that had Father's day cards. One

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Kofi (Male child born on a Friday) Trooper VArner06/09/2000The day I became a father......My sun-son walked into the room this morning at about 5:55 AM and said "Hey Dad, Happy Son-day !" The ritual began. Normally the ritual would entail me calling him "Kofi" all day long until 7:00 P.M. and then calling him his given name symbolizing the seven days he was known as Baby Varner or Trooper until

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Then (1972) Pops & I:Circa 1987 I was in a college psychology class and our instructor self-nicknamed "Mr. R.E.O." (Read Early & Often to pass my class) was encouraging us to debate each other. As the discussion turned to 'fathers' a classmate stated with extreme anger that "Fathers ain't nothing. We don't need fathers. Ain't nobody's father ever done nothing for them." I shared how my pops had

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Friday nite':The wife n' kids are in the truck. "Where are we going ?" asked the Lil' girl. The wife replied "You two are going to your grandparents, Daddy's taking me out on a date !" Scruncing up her face the Lil' girl screams in a long drawn out manner "Ill........Nasty !" I stated "That's what husbands and wifes do." The Lil' girl retorts "I know, I'm just not a big fan of that right now."

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I know I don't post here often. I've had soo much on my plate. Severe medical issues. Got fired. Looking to finally move over to Alternative Therapy as my main means of sustenance. I'm changing my 9-5 to somthing simple and stress free. So I'm applying for jobs that I've frowned upon in the past, but positions with benefits. This in efforts to avoid the palaver that happened at my last job.All

Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06254862093002700432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-23577565975527567892009-03-15T07:20:00.000-07:002009-03-15T07:52:09.982-07:00

I really enjoy comic books and comic book inspired movies. I especially enjoy getting a particular author's answer to the "What If?" question, i.e. "What if you could fly?" or "What if you could stick to walls like a spider?", etc.My daughter has said that there are no women superheros, so I've made it a point to try to introduce her to Storm and other Black women superheros. Its been pretty

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-51224114110830106142009-02-25T16:08:00.000-08:002009-02-25T16:14:51.874-08:00

"You know you're out of shape when your daughter who watches those The Biggest Loser shows with her mother starts creating songs to share with you how much she cares about your health"My seven year old Lil' Mama:"Here comes the Daddy,he's a greedy monster.Beware of his stomach,it will push youback-back-back-back-back-back.It will push you back.(repeat) Seko

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-36068328903226377502009-01-29T15:26:00.000-08:002009-01-29T15:31:20.316-08:00

I realized today that Eva has outgrown her current day care. She's in a Montessori school that is a half-day program. Today she helped bake bread and also ice-skated on grass (we just had snow and ice and there's still a layer of ice on the ground in many places). Since its a half-day program, she goes to a day care center in the afternoons and the woman that runs the center there lets the

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-86515454527335865812009-01-12T07:56:00.000-08:002009-01-12T08:00:19.471-08:00

The other day my daughter Eva and I were walking out of her gymnastics class and we noticed some large christmas ornaments on a tree in front of a large house. The ornaments were easily the size of Eva's head."Look at those ornaments," I said, incredulusly. "They're HUGE! I wonder where you can get ornaments like that from""Maybe they come from Giant" she said with a grin.

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-60764982445716521442009-01-12T07:46:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:56:15.975-08:00

Hip-Hop artist NYOIL (formerly Kool Kim of the UMCs) has produced a video called Father Father about the men out there who deserve not only the big piece of chicken, but recognition for doing what they are supposed to do and doing it well.http://www.nyoil.com/

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-18469299461505014642008-12-31T05:41:00.000-08:002009-01-23T11:33:34.793-08:00

This has been a difficult year. I know I lost a significant amount of funds from my investments, I've struggled with my D.J. business and my Real Estate business, I've struggled with decisions regarding returning to College, I've struggled with fidelity (and have been victorious) as I've been presented with so many tempting opportunities, struggled with not wanting to go to Church on Sunday

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Daddy's in a relaxed mood...... So I put on Michael Buble's cover of "Quando, Quando, Quando" and then I begin to hear Lil' Mama (The daughter girl) dancing the vocal falsetto all over the room. The she picks up a book and begins singing the words of the book "Woodrow for President" in tune and on tempo with Mr. Buble. Michael has a great voice, but I tend to love listening to my Angel singing

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-5391685513807837532008-10-26T09:02:00.000-07:002008-10-26T09:20:16.907-07:00

The wifey' has developed a point system to address the sun-son's third grade transition. Whenever he makes a 'bad choice' he looses points. At the beginning of the week he begins with 100 points. I've smiled and been very supportive of the process and have reminded him to make sure his behavior doesn't result in a loss of points from his mother. I didn't realize that he had noticed that I hadn't

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-12964860858072161902008-10-17T10:51:00.000-07:002008-10-19T15:42:04.391-07:00

This school year has entered a new dimension into the lives of a father................ Race.Soulful of terms regarding Black complexion:Light Skin/Red-bone: (Mariah Carey, Alicia Keys too Halle Berry) Red/Caramel: (Halle Berry, Queen Latifah, too Oprah)Black/Dark Skin: (Oprah too Wesley Snipes & beyond)Today while eating lunch with my daughter she laughed with a peer sitting nearby saying She's

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-36811360717619479422008-10-17T07:09:00.001-07:002008-10-17T07:09:50.287-07:00

Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06254862093002700432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-71147446807627574602008-09-23T18:19:00.000-07:002008-09-23T19:47:44.523-07:00

Imagine that........Since lady-girl has been in school she has been in an environment composed primarily of Blacks (African & Indian & Whatever-else). Some of these Blacks were African-American, some were African, some were French and English speaking Caribbean Blacks, some were Latinos of obvious African descent, some considered themselves to be multi-racial, and so on-and so on-and so on. Since

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-4701869414999132552008-09-14T19:02:00.000-07:002009-02-18T07:05:57.037-08:00

Excerpts from Na'Im Akbar's definition of manhood:The process of educating our boys requires. . . early work responsibilities, management responsibilities and social responsibilities. . .A man must understand that his decisions are binding and there is real import to decisions

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-86541118855052936262008-09-06T20:33:00.001-07:002008-09-06T22:43:13.825-07:00

Roman calendar June ninth in the Christian year 2000. This was a Friday morning. I'd secretly call him Kofi (male child born on a friday) and he would be known as "Trooper" for the first seven days of his life. The hospital recorded him as Baby Varner.Weeks prior the staff at the hospital shared with me and the expectant Wifey that a child had to have a name prior to leaving the hospital. I

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-45868412237008227662008-07-17T18:49:00.001-07:002008-12-11T09:43:28.468-08:00

Two years ago My Sun-son walked across that make-believe stage at hisKindergarten graduation (from a religious school held in the sanctuary) as one of the highest scoring students in that class. He walked away from the event with a Bicycle as a present from the school. The Wifey is jumping up and down and screaming and all I could do was smile and bark (The Omega that I am) since I was holding

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-20299359960518484162008-07-12T22:06:00.001-07:002008-12-11T09:43:28.595-08:00

I'm speaking with the Wifey after seeing a scene in on of those silly reality shows where the groomsmen in a wedding visit the tuxedo store. Wifey mentions that the prices for the tuxes have finally gotten close to what the bridesmaid pay to participate in the bridal party. ........(Watch as I loose authority over my attire for an event that will happen 15 years or (hopefully) more in the future.

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-25869447926241593092008-07-08T05:42:00.000-07:002008-12-11T09:43:28.729-08:00

I had a dear friend ask me today how I was able to get past the "kid-resentment". I mentioned to him how at times I had problems with the time that my children take from me and the opportunities that having a family has prevented me from taking. He is a father as well, and is struggling with something that I heard other men speak of privately. I'm sure it sounds like a weakness of the spirit to

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-38091533732256028952008-06-05T05:45:00.000-07:002008-06-05T08:21:56.262-07:00

It's been absolutly amazing watching Carol at the work of creation. I think Mother's are absolutely beautiful and being pregnant and giving birth are among the most wondrous things on the planet. Carol Has been more than a trooper. She'd be super active, if I didn't remind her to take it easy.We're buying a house. (I'm all for it, but it's been her idea from the get go-when most people would say

Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06254862093002700432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-83988882436064378912008-06-02T01:46:00.000-07:002008-06-02T02:01:34.366-07:00

3 weeks and counting.We've been really busy, doing the one thing that you would never gues.House Hunting!We've been loking in Ipswich for the last 3 weeks or so. Found a gem, but by the time we looked for more and offer was put on it, so Carol's a little down. I feel that if it was meant to be for us, God will get it for us.It's a little calmer than London where we live. And the Pund goes a

Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06254862093002700432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-33913608229393926502008-04-08T16:18:00.001-07:002008-12-11T09:43:29.097-08:00

As reported by the Wifey as I arrived home from DJing a wedding: "Do you know what your son said ?" I'm thinking it's the worst, she just removed her motherhood status. This has gotta' be bad. I'm getting ready to remove my belt and find this lil' man who probably upset my wife so much that she will not be in the mood tonight. That boy is gonna' get it ! "We are watching television and this

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-82656906711781682832008-03-20T08:01:00.000-07:002008-03-20T08:02:48.054-07:00

Talking about REcharge. I just came back to London from spending two weeks home with the Fams.Carol and I spent a week with friends and a week in a nice resort.While I was just thinking to have a party, Quiana had the great Idea to have a baby shower.It was the best baby shower I'd been to. (The only one.)Carol was cherished, gifted and adored by my Blood and she Truly appreciates it.I think the

Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06254862093002700432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-76059105547922289072008-03-19T07:06:00.000-07:002008-03-19T08:17:22.948-07:00

The other day, my lovely wife comes up to me. She stands behind and just to my left and curls her arms around mine. She says:"..like your on vacation with your best friend. do you feel like that?""Yes." is say as I'm playing it back in my head. "You know what I realized. I feel like we're best friends on vacation."is what she said in full.Her voice was so soft and sweet, I wasn't going to say

Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06254862093002700432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-84335496300119934302008-03-11T17:02:00.000-07:002008-03-11T17:41:50.307-07:00

His hair is nappy, his front tooth is missing, my lil' man is looking so 'hood' these days. He looks like one of the old men I see in Lincoln Park (P-Town VA) who can't help but smile since the Lord gave them another day of life, but really shouldn't smile since life took a tooth or so from them at some point. God gives, God taketh away. God give my sun-son a replacement tooth ASAP ! Amen.......

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-26330168865454149452008-03-03T20:11:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:29.367-08:00

Received a call from my honor-roll student (my neice). She described a situation faced in school that was difficult for her to handle. As she shared her experience and I moved the telephone around attempting to obtain a good signal I realized how similar we are to these cellies. Neice-girl is going through that phase when you have to really move around to find that signal that will keep you

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-1826837103936260422008-02-24T06:24:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:29.494-08:00

(Photo - 6 year old R. VArner draws her room)It's after 8:15 PM and I'm supposed to send the kiddies to beddy-bye.....but I thought I'd add to their political acumen. The Democratic debate was on and I'm trying to decide if the Democratic ticket will get my vote this time around. I'm leaning towards McCain, but Obama is becoming hard for me to decide against. I've kinda' realized that I'm more of

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-77359564766953267702008-02-20T19:38:00.000-08:002008-02-20T19:44:16.044-08:00

I helped the wifey make breakfast for Eva this morning. I sliced up some strawberries for her and got the inspiration to make a smiley face outta strawberries and grapes - strawberry eyes and a grapes smile.My darling daughter came back upstairs and, with a simultaneous blend of happy, shy and giggle/blush said something like "I saw you made a face out of my grapes". I'm sure Sherrice put her up

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-89267470634092083492008-02-17T18:17:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:29.608-08:00

It's been a while since our first pregnancy. My brotha' Dan (who still hasn't posted on this blog) recently found out that he and his wifey were expecting, my cuz'n Sean and his wifey Carol are expecting on Juneteenth 2008. My cuz'n-via-marriage J.J. is expecting. Must be somethin' in the kool-aid. I remember feeling so elated and so scared. All the dudes I've spoken to share similar feelings. So

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-14669770086676310852008-02-10T16:14:00.001-08:002008-12-11T09:43:30.403-08:00

Short but sweet political conversation:The son: Daddy, you should vote for Barack O'Mama (Obama).The pop: I'm more conservative son, I might vote for someone else. I don't know yet.The son: If I were a grown-up I'd vote for Barack O'Mama.The pop; Why son ?The son: I don't know !!!! I just think you should vote for him.The pop: What about Hillary ?The son: Who ? ......... I just wish I could

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-36968840860209267692008-01-27T20:03:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:30.734-08:00

When I was a youth Pops would comb/pick my hair every morning in the downstairs bathroom before taking me to school (circa 1978 - 1981). I not-so-fondly remember trying not to be a lil' punk as the popping-peas in my hair would call the tears behind my eyes accompanied by shrieks and pleading. The brother's hair was knappy and at that time in my life I wasn't happy (bout' my knaps). I told Pops

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-17651980437070402712008-01-23T17:58:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:30.935-08:00

Now I don't dig this St. Nick thing....... If it wasn't for my wifey our home wouldn't have the big heavy dude. Mywife complained one year "You're taking away the Joy in Christmas !" I replied "Isn't the Joy in Christmas the celebration of the birth of Christ ?" ........ With that carefully prepared retort I thought I'd won this one, she being the supa-Christian............................ I

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-88991551009128816892008-01-23T17:28:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:31.341-08:00

Overheard by the wifey..... During dinner our sun-son needed to relieve some additional rectal gas..... Being a southern raised gentleman-in-training he excused himself from the table and began racing to the hallway yelling (loosing his decorum) "Canon in the Hole !"

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-30790359586387467442008-01-10T19:14:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:31.495-08:00

Lady-girl (Yea, I have some strange names for folk) loves dressing up. Yesterday her Mother-Grandma brought over some clothes that little one received during the holy-days/holidays. Rukiya put them on and stated in her sing-songly voice "Some Body's Looking Fabulous ! I need to be a model for these clothes." Little does she know that she is my model. I now judge women by my daughter. I meet

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-61290825415982406952008-01-10T17:31:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:31.789-08:00

Sherrice: ". . . and you're a big girl now. you're big enough to sleep in your own bed by yourself. Besides, Mommy likes to sleep with Daddy. (beat) How do you think you got here?Eva: (after some thought): "By car?"

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-58694480847265676912008-01-06T18:07:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:31.902-08:00

It's one thing to be a father to my children....It's totally another joy to be a Father-figure to another's child. I'm blessed to be all that and some-mo- stuff ! My brother Daniel has two lovely little ones (seen here cheek-to-fore head on a trip to A-T-L Georgia!) who have indeed stolen a father's heart. Dominique, the youngest of Daniel's, calls me "Co-Co" which sometimes means 'Uncle'

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-46362121918551861962007-12-30T10:50:00.000-08:002007-12-30T11:00:44.377-08:00

Originally, I was taken aback (as opposed to being taken OUTback and shot or taken aside and lectured. . . but anyway) by the invite from Brother Seko to post here, but when I thought about it more. . . it just made sense. I've learned a *few* things in my 37 trips around the sun (today is my Worthday - more on that below) the following is a post I wrote last year on the DJ website I hangout at

Walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05134671866275885579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-88224565271812526882007-12-26T17:51:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:32.180-08:00

Today we had a PJday. We remained in the home and the kids and the Wifey never left their pajamas. I left the home only to turn in some paperwork at one of my side hustles, and also to buy some food from Choice Pizza & Subs in Virginia Beach. We stayed in the whole day and played, watched t.v., ate together, and had family time. During dinner I turned off the television and picked up a newspaper

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-56496802785210974632007-12-25T08:37:00.000-08:002007-12-25T08:54:51.087-08:00

I am very blessed with a new wife and whne we came back from honeymoon, she was and in the Motherly way.I feel, we are very blessed indeed. I'm at my first proper Christmass in the UK.Carribean Christmas music. People dancing and handing out presents. I should mention that the Turkey was the biggest one I have ever seemn at the table. A single drumstick was enough to feed 3 people.I feel happy

Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06254862093002700432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-75007976720947657672007-12-23T19:32:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:32.382-08:00

He used to fit on my shoulder. Seven years later, he still finds solace on my shoulder. Today Akin (Baldwin-Akin) suffered from pink-eye. From time to time he cried from the pain as his bloodshot eyes ran full of green mucous and tears. He stayed upon my shoulder a lot today. He awoke at 4:00 AM and found me typing on the computer as I was suffering from a nasal infection. We watched "

Seko VArnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691788371833663473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450007561768689478.post-91806494078516619422007-12-21T15:35:00.000-08:002008-12-11T09:43:32.547-08:00

From Seko:Today I spent time with my 'lady-girl' the entire day. Raising a daughter is scary. I worry every time that this 6 year old wants me to pick her up and I tell her 'no'. I'm trying to limit her baby-time as she semi-often behaviorally retreats to infant acts. As we were watching "Enchanted" she became semi-scared when the dragon appeared and jumped into my arms. Rukiya whimpered "I'm

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