Are we still doing the soap in the mouth thing? I may need to go out and buy a bar of soap. Better yet. Amazon Prime. Soap please. We use […]
He’s only four and he already thinks he’s smarter than I am. He’s learned how to give the look that says, “Seriously? I wasn’t born yesterday you know?” I give […]
How different his world is in 2014 than mine was when I was his age in 1978. This is the blessing of the late blooming father. Had I begun the […]
I fear my son will think I don’t read… or listen to music… or vacuum since that task has been assigned to the robot. It’s been years since I bought […]
There will certainly be a time in our sons life where he will think he is cooler than us and rebel against the way we chose to raise him. He […]
Years back when Mrs. Stork said she wanted chickens I agreed as long as I was able to build the coop. Actually, I said no for years and finally caved […]
In Florida, before man made global climate change, we had hurricane drills in grade school. We’d learn where the best place to hide was and how to skin, cook and eat alligator.
All those stories about them learning something new everyday… are true. A few days ago we taught Judah to throw and chase a soccer ball. Now he is kicking it […]
Judah has the aviation bug… already he has begun chasing planes around. I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember. Specifically, it may have started when I was single digits sitting in my fathers office watching people fly RC airplanes in a field across the street. The obsession culminated during many summers at Space Camp not learning about poison ivy like most kids.
It’s a common question in the cockpit during a round of self loathing. “Are you going to encourage your kids to work for the airlines?”
“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”… and then the Roomba drives by and asks me how things are going. We talk for a bit and then […]
And drink without using his hands! We made the progression from bottle to sippy cup and now on to straws and then to lidless vessles of staining beverages. Judah seems […]
“Hey Fellas…” I said when they opened the door at 4pm and from the looks of it, hadn’t made much of the day yet. “Sounds like you guys had a really rocking party last night. I would have totally come over but the baby had an ear infection and I may have eaten some bad edamame. So it was lights out for us pretty early.”
I also plan to splice in some retro commercials from Youtube into our viewing routine to manipulate his ‘wants’ and convince him hand me downs and toys from Ebay are the must have holiday gifts. One year he’s gonna go crazy for Furby’s while the next he won’t be able to live without Castle GreySkull.
You can by a 1985 Teddy Ruxpin (with 2 cassettes!) for 15 dollars on Ebay.
When the baby falls asleep in my arms, I recreate this old scene in reverse as I do my best to place him in the crib and extract my arms without him rising. I learned from Indy… one swift movement. His eyes are closed and his body is limp in my arms and I get him as close to the mattress as I can. I yank my arms out from both sides so that he slides in without changing position. Often, it ends up like Dr. Peter Venkman’s attempt in Ghostbusters to pull the tablecloth out from under the dishes and we start over back in the rocking chair.
It’s rare that I try pants on when I buy them but if I do the only thing I am looking for is pocket depth. I don’t really care how […]
Early on in college I bought a tapestry to hang on the walls of my dorm room. Since then it has been many things to me. I’ve used it on the walls and the ceilings of many rooms and I’ve taken it in the woods camping when I was too young to care that it didn’t provide much warmth. I’ve taken it to wine tastings and concerts. Last year we took it to Bonnaroo and made fabric walls to hang along the sides of our canopy to keep the sun out. The other morning, while feeding Judah, I found a new use… one I doubt I would have ever considered when I bought it from the “Wooden Nickle” in Tampa in the early 90’s.
We are building the nest… tying up the loose ends. The ‘stork’ metaphor will end with the first reference to regurgitation. Maybe it will last long enough for him to take his first flight! For now though, we are building the nest.
“Don’t you want your own baby?”
This is my favorite.
If you asked this, don’t be ashamed. I’m not “outing” you. It’s a common question. I hear it about as often as I hear, “Can’t you guys have your own?”
How about this one. “You’re so great to save that baby.”
We’re not saving anyone… we’re starting a family.