Hmmm, funny that I’m calling first post…on my own blog! Might as well just dive right in! I’m not done tweaking the design of the blog, but I will have it all done shortly. File this post under fatherhood. I decided that while my wife took my daughter to go see the Hannah Montana movie, and me and the boys built a crib. The crib is a replacement crib for my youngest. All the while, I’m bouncing back and forth trying to get this blog live, keep my oldest son (4 years old) interested in the task at hand, and keep my youngest son (19 months) awake. 2 outta 3 at any given time isn’t TOO bad right? Here we go at the start: Not to bad, this piece is pretty sturdy. It’s funny, when we were looking for the one to get, we found it at 3 different stores and each store had prices $10 more expensive than the others. Anyway, We started unboxing and I instantly lost one helper. No biggie. I started pulling piece after piece out and I was having a blast as my oldest was jazzed at the chance to be “Handy Manny”. Once every piece was pulled out, I started wondering something… where were the instructions? I went through every piece of foam, Styrofoam, padding, and cardboard but there was nothing. I had all the pieces, neatly wrapped in enough foam padding, tape and cardboard that you’d think that we were unpacking the Ark of the Covenant and Indiana was gonna come swinging in on his whip. He wasn’t and we couldn’t find the instructions. At this moment, I was thinking that it would have been beneficial if Indy HAD been there. Could have used the mans help finding it. This is also right around the same time that I realize that if I had of looked just a TAD bit harder, Indy would have smacked me across the face just for sheer stupidity. Wanna know why? Have a gander… Yep. That’s right. Assembly Instructions Enclosed. 10 minutes of searching for naught. Oh well. No one knows right? Just me and the boys! Well, around the time I loose helper #2 to “Sonic Hero’s”, I’m full steam ahead to completion. At that moment, I have a GREAT idea for this blog and I stop what I’m doing to incorporate it. 30 minutes later I’m laying on the floor of the room with the two boys, we’re now breaking styrofoam into tiny pieces and loading the lil bits into one of my youngest son’s toys that shoots air through a tube sending little plastic balls into the air. We had a brief discussion on the speed vs. weight ratio of a plastic ball to a few hundred styrofoam beads. The beads won, hands down. After making even more of a mess, yet entertaining the young budding minds by making mechanical items do total opposite what they’re supposed to do, I go back to work, and the other two disappear. I get the thing put together and it’s a beaut! Not bad for an hour and a half of juggling kids and being Bob the Builder with a dash of Mythbusters thrown in. The final product in all it’s glory is displayed proudly below! Not too shabby eh? Now. What’s for dinner?