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21 weeks pregnant and happy

Morning peeps, with all the new developments in my life I decided to make a vlog to talk about my experience with my wife’s pregnancy. Everyone is always there for the woman and rightfully so I just want an open forum for male support too. A place wheee we can discuss our joys, fears, and blessings with each other and most of all give advice to each other because we have no clue what’s going on lol. Long story short I’m overjoyed and happy to update she’s 21 weeks pregnant and I love talking about her lol

21 weeks pregnant vlog here!

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Journey to Parenthood

It’s been so long since I wrote anything. I’m sorry for that but life has been moving at lightning speed yet slowed to a standstill. I’m glad to tell the world that we’re expecting our first child! As I wrote this my sexy and amazing wife is five months pregnant. I’m literally in a car traveling back to my hometown for our Gender Reveal. I’m soooo excited to finally find out our baby’s gender. I just can’t wait to assign a pronoun to the little one.

My wife is the most amazing woman I’ve ever encountered. The only woman to make me look twice and yet again she drops my jaw as she grows our child within her. The pregnancy thus far has been keeping me on pins and needles. Every new change, pain, or stretching feeling has me with bated breath trying to tend to her. I’m not going to lie I’ve been shaken by the fact that we had a previous miscarriage. I’ll do all it takes to be sure that she is happy and as low stress as possible.

But as you can see the little Hemingway is growing just fine and apparently loves to dance like their mother, and hates people in their face like me. They so far have managed to turn every ultrasound sounds since they have had legs into a dance show or game of covert ops hide and seek. It’s amazing to see the little bugger but show off when we need you to hahaha!

I said all that just to say I’m so glad, amazed, proud, and blessed to have Devin as my wife and to be helping her bring new life into the world.

More updates soon, in the meantime check out our YouTube channel for all things us Click Here!!!

Happy Mother’s Day

april-723022_640  Good morning world, and more importantly Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mother’s out there! As I’ve been working hard at finishing my next novel and writing random poetry I realized that I would be at work when Mother’s day started. I’d be at work when Mother’s day ended. The place I wouldn’t be is with my mother for the duration of the day.

I’m 26 years old, at least that’s what my wife and driver’s license says, and this is the first year that I’ll not be within short distance of my mother on this day. It’s a different feeling knowing that I won’t be able to hug and kiss my mom, and cater to her all the day long, but it does have one perk. It gives me a chance to appreciate all the things that Rhoda Hemingway has done for me. It gives me a chance to revel in the memories of my mother’s lessons in life and all the good times. Even the bad times are worth remembering because they never lasted. My mom never allowed negativity to last long for me because she hated to see her kids down.

Next to life, love is the most amazing gift that a mother is going to give you. Not to gloat, but my mom has the market cornered on love she is the end all be all lover of her family. My mom would at any given time give her all to make my sister and I happy. My mom spent countless hours listening to me ramble on about nothing as a child. indulging in hours of conversation about comic books and games as I got older. Supported me countless times in my endeavors as an undergrad as well as dealing with my attitude that I had that was almost unbearable. Since it’s mother’s day we’ll say I got that from Dad’s side of the family haha. No matter how much of an ass I could be Rhoda never falter in her love and adoration for me. Once adulthood took it’s toll and I leveled out into a normal human being she was right there with a smile as if to say I knew the man I raised was in there some where.

My mother is a born leader, not meant to follow any path but her own, and I can only pray that I’m half the awesome person she is. She’s a fighter, a warrior of love. Whether it was the fight to put me into a preschool program when I was only three because she knew I was smart enough, fighting to keep me going to the same school as my friends when the city tried to send me to another, or instilling the will to fight for myself when a college professor told me I wasn’t ready to take their class and I would fail, my mother is a warrior for her kids. No matter what choice I’ve made or path I’ve taken, I never took a step alone. Don’t confuse that with being led by hand through life. My mother when the time was right stepped aside and let me walk my own path, I just never had to look far for my mother’s love or help. I’m grateful to have such a woman in my life. You should be grateful for your mothers too!

I love you so much mama, I hate that I can’t be with you today, but I assure you that I’ll be with you soon. I love you mom. I love you sooooo much! Happy Mother’s Day!!!

-LeTavious “Poetic Ice” Hemingway

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B.A.K.

I start this with a newly made acronym, B.A.K.. This lovely gem stands for Bad Ass Kids and was created earlier today when I was at my cousins beautiful wedding.

We arrived promptly at 9:30am for a 10:00am wedding and were shown to our seats and we marveled at the display of amour and generally enjoyed the friendly atmosphere. Then enters a badly broken man, and his three kids that clearly were half human, and half hell beast. The broken man was seated next to my wife, brother, sister, and I and his kids decided now was the tome to make as much noise and do the most moving possible. This was the beginning of what was to be a somewhat annoying day.

Once the bridal party began proceeding in and were naturally silenced ourselves they naturally began talking more and raising their voices. And snickering. And asking is that the bride, even though she was the only woman in a white dress wearing a veil and following the young man who had a sign that said “here comes the bride”. Once the ceremony actually started and the preacher started giving a mighty engaging speech the kids were determined to disrupt him by making the most noise and crying. This poor broken father quietly attempted to stop them, but this was a losing battle.

The reception followed and their wrath was augmented by they voracious need to be everywhere at once, and their frustration with the fact that they can’t be. We were seated in the reception hall awaiting the bridal party to be done with their photo shoot so we can have our brunch and fun. But these there mini terrorist who were again seated behind us decided to yell, scream, and randomly hit my chair for the next fourth five minutes. This was the most aggravating thing in the world, but the thing that made it worse is that the father wasn’t trying to discipline the children. The mother was working the room as a wedding photographer and too busy to help. Once the food was uncovered the kids proceeded to run up and thrust their hands into it, and/or take it off the table. The staff all started to tell the kids to stop and escorting them back to their father. These strangers within the community were the ones disciplining these kids.

With all that said, now I can ask my question are the kids really bad, or are the parents bad? The kids don’t really know any better and if their parents are allowing it they can only think that this is the way the world works. Can we really be angry with the babies if the mother and father may as well be nonexistent? Is it really the communitiy’s job to discipline people’s kids or is that a job solely reserved for the parents?

What do you think? Today the world around me showed me that some parents lacked certain things that the community made up for, and it was a sad sad sight.

Who’s job is it to discipline kids, and is it the child’s fault they are bad if they don’t know any better?
Let me know

-Poetic Ice