I’m learning what I can do to better control what he is consuming. This is what I’ve learned thus far:

Are you the mom and dad of a teen or a younger child who uses the internet? If you are, is your computer system and the internet safeguarded with parental controls?

If not, this is something that you will wish to do. Although lots of children have the ability to utilize the web without running into any issues, like online harassment or interacting with an online predator, are you really ready to take the chance?

If not, you must utilize parental controls. Here’s how to set them up in Windows.

Among the many reasons that you should set adult controls is because you can secure your kid when they are online. Although adult controls can be found in a variety of various formats, the majority of them allow you to obstruct websites that you do not desire your kid to see.

This means that if you don’t want your child to utilize Snap Chat, Tik Tok or other social networking websites you can quickly obstruct them.

Another factor you need to have working adult controls on your child’s computer system is due to the fact that they are easy to install. A lot of adult controls are obvious. This indicates that even if you don’t know how to use a computer, you can still get a defense set.

For instance, if your computer uses Internet Explorer, all you require to do is open a new window and choose “Internet Options,” from the heading of “Tools.” There, you will discover a tab that is labeled “Content,” and here is where you can set your parental controls.

In addition to being simple to install, parental controls are also frequently simple to discover. In fact, numerous are likewise complimentary.

If you utilize Internet Explorer, as formerly stated, parental controls are already integrated into. Another popular internet browser is Firefox. Although FireFox does not have built-in parental controls, they do make it simple to discover add-ons, much of which are complimentary. Even if you must acquire a parental control program for your child, you need to know that their expenses are more than worth it.

Unfortunately, many parents do not install adult controls, as they believe it will limit their own use of the web. Even if you desire your child to avoid websites that have crude language or violent styles, it doesn’t always indicate that you do not wish to see them.

This is like not putting a helmet on your child when they’re playing football. This is not a good idea! Adding parent controls creates a safe environment like flag football where padding isn’t needed.

However, did you know that a lot of internet controls for parents can be utilized on shared household computers? This is due to the fact that they let you set up a password to bypass any sites that you wish to access.

Because parental controls are frequently totally free or extremely budget-friendly, easy to install, and a great way to keep kids safe, you ought to use them. Nevertheless, prior to you get a false sense of self-confidence, there are some crucial things that you should know.

First, understand that lots of teenagers are computer-wise. Your teenager may actually know how to navigate adult controls, even if they don’t know your password. That is why you will occasionally wish to examine the computer. If you obstruct a website, like Twitter.com, occasionally examine it to make sure that it is still blocked.

Mentioning having a password, make sure not to provide this password to your kid. If they need to get to a site that was accidentally obstructed, like for a school research study job, you will want to utilize the password yourself to unblock the site, even simply temporarily.

As nice and as fully grown as your child is, there are some who go to great lengths to be able to interact socially online with other web users.

It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost three years since I last wrote. Of course, we’ve been busy. A lot has happened and our lives have changed drastically since November 10, 2016.

First of all, our son was born on November 28 – or 18 days after my last post. He’s now in the midst of his terrible twos and causing us much trouble. He’s very independent. He doesn’t like to listen. He frustrates the hell out of us.

But he is very bright light in our lives. We’re enjoying watching him grow up to strong and healthy boy.

Oh, by the way, we had a daughter on July 26 of this year who simply adore and cannot get enough of. She is doing great. Our experience in her first few months were quite a bit easier than with our son. Mostly because she is a good sleeper.

Having two young children and having to work 40-plus hours each week doesn’t exactly leave a lot of leisure time for us. We’re exhausted. Too tired to get on dates. Too tired for each other. Our life is really built around taking care of our children and raising them.

There have been other big changes in our lives. The wifey stepped away from her frantic and stressful job at the hospital for a part-time position that provides her a lot of off time – including most of the summer months. We’re very lucky that she can be home with the children a lot.

Myself, I’m still plugging away at a full-time job – albeit a different one from the last time I wrote here.

While the job necessitated moving away a few hours a year and a half ago, the commute to and from work is much more palatable. No more spending two hours a day in the car. I’m happier and healthier for it. Plus, it gives me more time with my family.

This time around for our relocation, we really did our homework on moving companies in Manlius, NY. The team we decided on did not disappoint. They were affordable and friendly. I couldn’t recommend them more. You can find them online right HERE.

While we spent much of the summer enjoying the outdoors – I love intense cornhole competitions games in the backyard – the weather is getting cold fast and we’re often stuck inside. I love doing puzzles and am thinking about buy a couple challenging ones with thousands of pieces.

I don’t Gabrielle will be happy about that. She doesn’t like when I watch football on Sundays and neglect some of my fatherly duties for three hours. Oh well.

Life is moving so fast. I wouldn’t doubt if it’s another three or four years before I write again. I can only wonder how much our lives will change in that time. It’s altogether exciting and scary.

In the meantime, we’ll enjoy every minute we have with our children and make the most of those few fleeting moments of free time.

For now, cheers to you and yours.

So baby could come any day now!

The news of our son coming early startled me at first. Oh, we’re ready. Gabrielle, our family organizer, has made sure of that. We have diapers, a car seat, toys, clothing, and all the other baby essentials you can think of.

So we’re ready, but we’re really not. At least I feel that way.

I’m a person of routine. When it gets thrown off, I get thrown off. I was expecting baby at the end of November. I had mentally prepared myself for that for some time. I figured we’d have more time.

Then again, maybe I never would have been mentally ready.

After all, this is something totally new to both of us. Neither of us has had to care for a baby all day, every day. I’m not ready for the unexpected. If I knew what was coming, maybe I would be.

There’s so many questions that neither of us can answer at this point?

Will be good parents?

What’s it like to be a parent?

Will he keep us up at all hours of the night?

If so, how we will handle that?

How will we handle his crying?

Will he be healthy?

Will I want to vomit from changing too many stinky diapers?

Those answers will come in time. For now, we wait for a new person in our lives whom I know for sure will bring us happiness every day.

I haven’t wrote about our dogs yet. Actually, they’re Gabrielle’s dogs. I’ve sort of adopted them.

One is 7. The other is 6. For the purpose of maintaining their privacy. I won’t share their names here. They’ll bite me if I do.

They’re good for the most part. I stress, “for the most part.”

We used a moving company in Buffalo, NY to help us move into our first home a couple years ago. For some reason the dogs didn’t like them very much. They growled quite a bit.

Otherwise, they’ve always been friendly around all manners of people. The younger one loves humans and really enjoys affection. He used to climb up on the couch all the time and lay right on top of me. My wife put an end to that, because: “The dogs don’t belong on the couch.”

They’re boxers and they’re big. They slobber a lot, shed more, and smell bad. This drives Gabrielle nuts because it is her goal to keep the house clean and immaculate.

We’ve talked about having dogs after the current mutts pass away. Gabrielle is against. I am, too. They’re a lot of work. Once we have kids who are grown and can take responsibility for a pet, maybe we’ll get another dog or dogs.

By our estimation, our boxers have 4-5 good years left. I have a feeling my wife will inconsolable when they’re gone. She’s had them since they were puppies, and has taken care of them every day. We walk them at least once a day religiously. We’ll miss them. I hate to admit it, but I’ll miss them, too.

Anyway, my flight is about to board, and I can’t wait to get home. It is my favorite place in the world.

These days I work a lot with college-aged students. To them, email has become obsolete. They seldom respond to it. The best way to reach them is through text or a peer-to-peer social media platform, such as Snapchat. In some ways, email is going the way of traditional letter writing.

While away for work recently, I emailed Gabrielle for the first time in what seemed like years. I was lying in bed, half asleep, and punched out 100 or so words on my iPhone. I missed her a lot and let her know. It felt good to email her. I know how much she appreciates hearing from me.

Our email interactions started soon after we met and started dating 12 years ago. Savvy as she is, she tracked down my email address without me knowing. I was surprised – not to mention very happy – to see an email from her the night of our first date. That was the start of thousands of meaningful email interactions.

We wrote each other when we were happy, sad, mad, excited, afraid, and everything in between. We’ve saved many of those emails. A few years ago for her birthday, I put together a large book of emails I had written to her over the years. She recently told that her favorite gift ever from me.

Creating that book was quite emotional for me – and it’s uncommon for me to be emotional. Looking back, those emails chronicled forks in the road, changes in our life, twists and turns in our relationship, as well as our maturation. You can track the course of relationship through those emails.

We endured a lot of tough times – especially in the beginning and even more so when I moved away. But we were always there for each other with encouraging words. We helped each other through challenges. We remained loyal. Those words on a computer screen bonded us tightly together.

What I see most in those emails is how much Gabrielle meant to me. How much I missed her. How badly I wanted her in my life.

How lucky I am to have her now.

I never know what to get you. It seems that nothing I think of is ever good enough. I want to do something special for you or give you something special because you always do so much for me.

I wish I could give you more time.

More words.

More energy.

More compassion.

More life.

More love.

I wish we didn’t have to work so much.

I wish we could spend this entire day together.

I wish we could spend every day together.

I am happier when we are together.

I am calmer.

I am healthier.

I am better.

I feel loved.

I love you.

I miss you when you are not here.

I miss your smile.

Your touch.

Your beauty.

Your smile.

Your voice.

Your smell.

Your presence.

Your comfort.

Your love.

I love that we are happy together.

Love that we are married.

Love that I get to see you every day.

Love that I get to hug you.

Love that I get to kiss you.

Love that I get to sleep next to you.

Love to hear your breathing peacefully during the night.

Love to run my fingers through your hair.

Love to look into your eyes.

Love to hear your voice.

Love that I love you.

Hope you have the best birthday ever Gabrielle! Because you deserve it.

Love you.

I enjoy the creative side of writing. The imaginative side. The solidarity. In a small way, I liked that people would read my work.

I put all my energy, effort and heart into becoming a professional writer. I worked as a journalist for seven years at three newspapers. I loved the job most days. Oftentimes, I find myself dreaming of a return to those times again.

But reality always gets in the way. There was a reason – or a few reasons – I left that profession. The hours were long. The pay was miniscule. I worked most holidays, weekends, and nights. Newspapers were dying. I was burned out.

A good friend who is a plumber in Amherst, NY suggested that I look into plumbing as a profession when I was eyeing an exit from of newspapers. Sometimes I wish I had taken his advice. I went to grad school instead.

I have a job now with great pay, benefits and time off – the types of things I couldn’t imagine while working in the newspaper businesses. Millions would kill for what I have.

Yet, most days I find myself unfulfilled. The money, the benefits, the time … they don’t matter all that much. Sure, they’re pretty important to supporting yourself and family, but they don’t bring you happiness.

Doing what you love brings you true contentment. Problem is, I’m not exactly sure what my love is.

I know that I don’t like being tied to a desk eight hours a day. I don’t like constant interaction with colleagues. I don’t like meetings.

I like experiencing something different and new every day. I don’t have that right now.

Being a plumber could work, I suppose. There is solidarity. There is the reward of helping someone in need. There are different environments and new jobs every day.

My plumber friend loves what he does. He enjoys going to work. He gets paid well, too.

The introvert in me yearns for something else. I like to blend in. I like to hide. I don’t like to be seen. I like to come and go without anyone noticing. I like being behind the scenes.

I know this is neither about my wife or soon-to-be son, but it is an important component of my life. Our jobs become our lives. Sometimes I feel that way about mine. I bring work home. I wish I didn’t.

I wish I could be a better person for my family. Getting there is the challenge.

I’ve seen that clip it seems like a thousand times and it still brings a big smile to my face. It’s the stupid things like this we, fortunately, have in our lives to take our minds off the important things that stress us out.

My wife and I have endured quite a bit of change, and we’ve always persevered. We’ve known each other for more than 11 years now and have been married the last two. Every step of our relationship has been lined with challenges that we have had to overcome.

When I met Gabrielle she was only 17 going on 18. I was almost six years older. We were at very different stages of our lives. She was just starting college. I was working full time. I was ready for a committed relationship. She was not.

We dated for a while, and being with her made me happy. She made me feel comfortable and relaxed. During that time in my life, I didn’t like myself most days. I was depressed. Something was missing. It was someone like Gabrielle.

She made me feel good about myself. She brought me confidence and calm. Sometimes she made me feel flawless.

The way she listened intently and understood made me open up to her in a way I have never to anyone else before. I hate talking. I hate talking about myself more. But I liked talking to her.

But the timing wasn’t right. She was headed in one direction, me in another. She was young, and still trying to find herself. She wanted experiences that I couldn’t give her.

I was focused on her. She was focused on many other things.

We remained friends and spent a lot of time together. We just couldn’t be more at that point. That was hard for me. I know it was hard for her, too, because she knew it was hard for me.

Our relationship changed forever the day I moved away for a new job. Leaving her and our friendship saddened me, but I knew that it was the best decision for me at that point. I was looking forward to my new work and new surroundings. I figured we’d drift apart like most friends do.

But I missed her. And I couldn’t stop missing her.

She missed me, too.

We both grew and matured during our years apart. We visited every once in a while. Though we were far apart physically we grew closer. We realized what each of us meant to the other.

We loved each other very much. We still do. We always will.

True, change can be hard. But change is also necessary. As much as I don’t like it, I’m glad our life together changes as often as it does. It means we’re progressing. It means our love is growing. It means our bond is stronger.

Another change is around the corner. We’ll be parents soon. It will be hard, but it will make us better.

When I was in junior high and high school I dreamed about meeting the woman of dreams, having three kids together, and living the perfect life. Nice neighborhood. Beautiful home. White picket fence. Family dog.

My dreams have basically come true. How often does that happen? I wake up every day knowing that I am one of the luckiest people alive.

Being a father is the ultimate prize and something I never thought would happen – no matter how much I dreamed about it. Being half loser/half devil I never drew much interest from the opposite sex. I stutter and stammer when I try talk on good days. Just thinking about approaching a female made me want to crawl into hole and never come back out.

By the time I graduated college and got my first job, I figured I was destined for a life of being single. That made me sad. I was depressed a lot. I yearned for a partner in life.

That’s when I met Gabrielle. I was smitten by her beautiful smile. It roped me in and didn’t let me go. It was so inviting that even I had to act. I picked myself up out of the hole and asked her on a date. The rest of is history. Our first child will be here soon.

I hope I’m a good father. I hope I’m patient. I hope I don’t yell. I hate that I often feel tense. I hope that I can relax and enjoy our child.

I know being a parent is a lot of work. That being said, I imagine it will be even more that what I expect. That scares me a little. Life as we know it is changing fast, but I know it is for the best.

Gabrielle will be the best mother. She is orderly, organized, perseverant, compassionate, and loving. She will be a super role model for our son. Like I am lucky to have her in my life, so too will he.

I give a lot of credit for Gabrielle for being so tough during her pregnancy. She seldom complains and has continued to remain the rock of her household. I hope she knows how much I appreciate her tireless demeanor in cooking dinner, doing the laundry, cleaning, washing the dishes, taking out the garbage, making our bed, and doing all the other things that she does. I wish she would rest more. I know that I should do more to make that happen.

Thanks again Gabrielle. For being my best friend. My wife. My support. My everything. I love you very much. I know that you will be the best mom ever, and that you will help me be the best dad I can be. Knowing this lessens my fears of becoming a father. I know that together we can do anything – even being great parents.

First off, glad you found my site. Second off, hope you enjoy it.

As I mentioned on the about page of this website, I will be writing mostly about my family — my wife Gabrielle and soon-to-be-born son, who remains nameless. If we can’t come up with a name on our own I just might solicit the populace of the world wide web for help …. so get thinking about it.

I hope to kill two birds with this blog (sorry for the cliche already). I enjoy writing and don’t do enough of it anymore. It’s relaxing to me and helps me unwind after a long day. I also want to share more with my wife. That’s really the main reason for starting this blog.

Gabrielle is my everything. You’ll learn a lot more about her as I continue to write. She was my first love and only love. She will always be only love. We’ve been married for more than two years now, and as those of you who are married know, marriage isn’t always easy.

And I don’t help matters. I tend to be distant and aloof. I don’t say a whole lot. I’m introverted and take quite a bit of solace in alone time — especially after days at work when I’m dealing with co-workers non-stop.

Unfortunately, Gabrielle often sees the worst of me. I wish it wasn’t like that. When I arrive home from work, I’m tired and tense. I have little energy to give her. She wants me to talk to here more — open up and share deep thoughts. I wish I could.

I used to write her quite often. That was always my best way of communicating with her, of showing her my feelings. I’d wrote poems and love letters and mostly just share the way I was feeling about her. I don’t write her much anymore. There’s a lot of reasons for that. It’s my fault. I owe her more.

So that’s the point of this blog. To tell her that I’m deeply in love with her, and care for her, and miss her when we’re not together. I want to let her know that will always be there for her — no matter what. And that I am blessed to have her in my life. That I look forward to being parents together. Gabrielle, I’m excited about the arrival of our son. I am so happy that you will be his mother.

Thank you for being my wife.