Her: What do you want for dinner?
Him: *something* *something* *9 1/2 weeks* *inappropriate* *something*
Her: Help me!
Him: What?
Her, holding up iPhone: Somehow, I don’t know how, it recorded that.
Him, grabbing iPhone sees an audio message sent to…Granny.
Him bolts out front door to see Granny fidgeting with her phone.
Him opens door to car and grabs phone.
Granny: I’ve never received an audio message before.
Him: I think it recorded silence.
13 year old, giggling: I think Dad recorded something by accident.
Him: It was your mother and it had secrets. *delete*
Her: I deleted it but it just took a while.
Him: That deletes it off your phone, not hers!
Him: Awkward.
Category: Family
Happenings in a 5 child, 2 adult household.
From the mouths of babes
Me: "Do you want steak for dinner?"
Boy child: "Do we have barbecue sauce?"
Me: "Ok, sirloin for you."
Today begins a new chapter in my children’s lives
The state of TN is at war with public education. They are out to destroy public education and my youngest two children are on the front lines. We are testing our children to stupidity. The teachers have no time to provide a quality education because we are constantly prepping for the next test. I am pro-gadget, pro-electronic and want my children absorbed in this fascinating digital world with their easy access to all of humanity’s knowledge. However, my ten year old’s generation is suffering as the first generation to be raised from birth with screens in front of them. Their craving for information and multitasking is on par with a cocaine addict, alcoholic, or gambler.
I personally have fallen. I have failed to dedicate time to my children. Today changes that. Today we began meditation and reading aloud (Jonathan Livingston Seagull). Today we began to learn about First Things First with a discussion of the four quadrants and how to live in Quad II. Today is a good day and will be followed by so many more.
From the mouths of babes
Me: "I love you Amy. You are awesome!"
Amy: "Thanks. It runs in the family."
From the mouths of babes
May the children and their children be so much better than me
At some point, I just need to accept that I’m a horrible person and hope that perhaps my children can rise above and not be anything like me.
The great destructor of all happy
I fell…
From the mouths of babes
Me to wife: "You’ve made me old with snapchat."
Disembodied 10 year old voice from the back of the house: "Yeah, you are old" "hahaha!" "Get wrecked." "W-r-e-k-e-d"
Today a great man died
My father-in-law passed away today. This note will serve to hold this spot until I can wrangle the whirlwind of thoughts speeding through my mind and put them to words.
From the mouths of babes
We asked the 10.5 year old to watch something other than Futurama or Simpsons. He begins his breakdown as I try to find Animaniacs or Pinky and the Brain.
Me: "Do you want to play some cards with me?"
Evan: "No"
Me: "Do you want to play a board game with me?"
Evan: "No"
Me: "Do you want to be in the same room with me?"
Evan: "I’m going to go take a bath."
Just once
I’d really like to get through one day without uttering the words, "Goddamn dog."
Genuine Dad
I played catch with my son with a football and discussed proper kicking technique. I leveled up as a dad today.
Happy Anniversary Cathy!
And he’s off to camp
I dropped Evan off at Camp today. Last year I had the pleasure of being a campsite host. I passed on being part of the staff this year. I had the pleasure of seeing several adults and scouts who were part of campsite #8 last year. Really enjoyed speaking with them again. Some were staying at camp and for half a moment I thought how fun it would be to simply hang out with the other adults (the parents are being kept away from the children); however, duty calls.
It was bittersweet dropping Evan off and just leaving. I didn’t even wait for them to hike away from the check-in. He was laughing with new faces, new friends, and didn’t need me around. They grow too fast. I’m quite happy for Evan.
Smashing Morning
I woke up this morning feeling very groggy. Not hung over. I didn’t drink that much. Just that ache of exhaustion punishment on the body after giving in to a decent night’s sleep.
I approach the coffee maker and there is plenty of water but I think it would be nice to fill it up so Cathy has enough for her coffee. In the process, the cup that I use to transfer water into the reservoir slips from my hand landing perfectly on a vase with the correct angle and velocity to shatter the vase into a million pieces.
Cathy’s response? "Oh, that’s just from way back when you used to bring me flowers. It’s no big…wait, I’m devastated! Only a Starbucks will make me feel better."