Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Dad Entry #41
I had a visitor this morning. Meg-Pie hopped into bed with me at about 6:15. She jibber-jabbered a little and situated herself with blankets and ‘pets’ (her medley of stuffed animals) next to me. The thought of this simple moment makes my heart swell. Yes, her sweet voice, like an angel’s, her cute little self, well, like my own little heart-warmer. She was tranquil, rested, happy. Which, some days, is a Megan mood-set that seems more rare than a Cubs World Series. I was sleepy, and she was talking softly, so I don’t remember anything she said except, “Daddy, are we going to Minnesota today?”
I got teary-eyed at Michael’s first tee-ball game. There, I said it. Why? Maybe because if you added up all the hours I’ve spent on a diamond, well, it would be many weeks, or months. To see my son playing was, I don’t know, some kind of surreal circle-of-life experience or something. And he hit the ball well. And he looked excited to do it, to step up there and rip it. In the field he did okay, especially when he endeavored to pick and fill his glove with grass. But he’s having fun, and at this age there is nothing else. You can work with 5 and 6-year-olds on the very basics, but let’s be real. He’s a kindergartner. Signals and squeeze plays, the infield fly rule, throwing sliders with finger pressure... we’ll start all that next year. I think right now he prefers Pokemon, Bionicles, Legos, playing ‘kung-fu’ and ‘hide-and-seek’ with me and Megs. We do those things mostly.
Michael mentions his penis a lot these days. In the bath tub he’ll say, “Megan kicked my penis and that is really terrible for my penis.” Of course I agree and oversee appropriate precautionary measures like instructing him to turn around so when Megan submerges to rinse her hair, she doesn’t kick his penis. When wrestling, he'll remark, “It would really hurt if my penis got stomped.” Again, I nod agreement, but try not to make a big deal out of his comment. Of course, he’s giggling and I don’t want to throw gas on the fire. But now Megan is catching on; yesterday she told me her puppy has a penis.
I got teary-eyed at Michael’s first tee-ball game. There, I said it. Why? Maybe because if you added up all the hours I’ve spent on a diamond, well, it would be many weeks, or months. To see my son playing was, I don’t know, some kind of surreal circle-of-life experience or something. And he hit the ball well. And he looked excited to do it, to step up there and rip it. In the field he did okay, especially when he endeavored to pick and fill his glove with grass. But he’s having fun, and at this age there is nothing else. You can work with 5 and 6-year-olds on the very basics, but let’s be real. He’s a kindergartner. Signals and squeeze plays, the infield fly rule, throwing sliders with finger pressure... we’ll start all that next year. I think right now he prefers Pokemon, Bionicles, Legos, playing ‘kung-fu’ and ‘hide-and-seek’ with me and Megs. We do those things mostly.
Michael mentions his penis a lot these days. In the bath tub he’ll say, “Megan kicked my penis and that is really terrible for my penis.” Of course I agree and oversee appropriate precautionary measures like instructing him to turn around so when Megan submerges to rinse her hair, she doesn’t kick his penis. When wrestling, he'll remark, “It would really hurt if my penis got stomped.” Again, I nod agreement, but try not to make a big deal out of his comment. Of course, he’s giggling and I don’t want to throw gas on the fire. But now Megan is catching on; yesterday she told me her puppy has a penis.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Found a Slip of Paper...
that says:
September 2008: Michael
"I can't wait for the first time I kill a bad guy when I'm seven."
September 2008: Michael
"I can't wait for the first time I kill a bad guy when I'm seven."
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Down On The Farm
Today Meggie's preschool went on a field trip...
1. Her first bus ride!! She was only mildly impressed on the way. On the way home it was old news.
2. The big, and very red, barn. And a lovely clear blue sky.
3. Meg and this mama cow had a staring contest that lasted an unusually long time. The cow did eventually win.
4. This is mama's baby. Very timid and very adorable.
5. Megan, the original cowgirl. She was atop Maverick, who appeared to have been drugged.
6. Meg and her friend, Alanna, taming a concrete turtle.
7. Megan and Alanna = monkeys
8. Teeny little face.
9. A very gleeful roll in the grass. Not the hay, the grass.
10. This tree rocked. It was old and scraggly and just beautiful. I took its picture about 50 times, but I thought I'd at least show it to you with a little Meggie at it's base.
11. This is what life would look like if you lived on a few acres. Except I imagine the grass would not be quite so perfectly mowed.
1. Her first bus ride!! She was only mildly impressed on the way. On the way home it was old news.
2. The big, and very red, barn. And a lovely clear blue sky.
3. Meg and this mama cow had a staring contest that lasted an unusually long time. The cow did eventually win.
4. This is mama's baby. Very timid and very adorable.
5. Megan, the original cowgirl. She was atop Maverick, who appeared to have been drugged.
6. Meg and her friend, Alanna, taming a concrete turtle.
7. Megan and Alanna = monkeys
8. Teeny little face.
9. A very gleeful roll in the grass. Not the hay, the grass.
10. This tree rocked. It was old and scraggly and just beautiful. I took its picture about 50 times, but I thought I'd at least show it to you with a little Meggie at it's base.
11. This is what life would look like if you lived on a few acres. Except I imagine the grass would not be quite so perfectly mowed.
The Painted Lady Sideshow
Guess who figured out how to apply tatts by herself? And THIS MANY...in only about 7 minutes!
Singing the Townhouse Blues
Sand box in a roll-away. Sad. And a dinosaur attack in the brush...set design by Megan Cox.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice
So this is Megan. Megan after a lot of outdoor play. Megan coming down with whatever Michael and I just had. Megan crying. Then Megan yelling at me to "GO AWAY!" Note tendons bulging in her neck.
Hangin' in the Fort
In case you are wondering, I think that might be carrot in Michaels mouth. Maybe cheese. They would not come out for lunch, so lunch went in.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Today Michael was worried. Last Sunday, Megan left her crayon bag at church. This morning, Michael remembered that and after we dropped Megan at school (he had the day off), he asked to go over there to see if it was in the lost and found. I agreed. On the way, he was, at best, obsessed. What if we can't find it? Would someone take it? What do we do?!
Michael: What can we do if it's not there?
Me: Well, not a lot.
silence
Michael: But what if it's not there?!
Me: Well, if it's not there, it's not there. We won't see it and won't be able to bring it home and it will be gone.
Michael: BUT...
Me: Michael, look. We can't make it reappear if it's gone. I don't want you to worry. If it's gone, we'll figure it out. I will call Melissa's mom and ask her to make a new one for Megan, since she made the one that's lost. So just don't worry about it. It really isn't a big problem.
Michael: Melissa, like Bobby's mom?
Me: Yes.
silence
Michael: But I'll be dead if I lose my worry.
Michael: What can we do if it's not there?
Me: Well, not a lot.
silence
Michael: But what if it's not there?!
Me: Well, if it's not there, it's not there. We won't see it and won't be able to bring it home and it will be gone.
Michael: BUT...
Me: Michael, look. We can't make it reappear if it's gone. I don't want you to worry. If it's gone, we'll figure it out. I will call Melissa's mom and ask her to make a new one for Megan, since she made the one that's lost. So just don't worry about it. It really isn't a big problem.
Michael: Melissa, like Bobby's mom?
Me: Yes.
silence
Michael: But I'll be dead if I lose my worry.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Yum
Megan's dressing up is getting pretty elaborate. This was a rockin' ensemble she created, the best part being the backwards tiara. She always wears them this way. Note the sadly and slightly grey tooth. She fell, cut her lip and a few days later the tooth went grey. Boo hoo.
Monday, April 06, 2009
Good Michael Quotes from Days Gone By
November 2007
"Mom, are humans going to get extinct soon?"
"Mom!! My underwear is almost about to get swallowed by my bottom!"
[to a female server at Applebees] " I'm going to send you a picture - a really pretty one. And I'm going to send you a necklace in the mail for Christmas!"
December 2007
M "When Megan dies, I'll be happy."
Me "Michael! That was a terrible thing to say!"
M "Well, when she doesn't die, I'll be a little happy."
April 2008
"Marissa gets mad when I dance with Haley at school. I have to share my body! I know! I can do them both at once!"
[at the suggestion that he play on the rug instead of the couch] "But MOM. The couch is more dignified."
July 2008
[about my tattoo] "Mommy, did you come into the world with that?"
"Laca and caca rhyme in Spanish!"
[at my load, including his sister] "Geez! You have so many things to carry...even a large person!"
March 2009
"Wait! We have to say a prayer to bless the food! 'I pledge the chocolate into the mouth of the United States of America. And to the republic, for which it stands, one nation, under chocolate, for liberty and justice for all.'"
"Mom, are humans going to get extinct soon?"
"Mom!! My underwear is almost about to get swallowed by my bottom!"
[to a female server at Applebees] " I'm going to send you a picture - a really pretty one. And I'm going to send you a necklace in the mail for Christmas!"
December 2007
M "When Megan dies, I'll be happy."
Me "Michael! That was a terrible thing to say!"
M "Well, when she doesn't die, I'll be a little happy."
April 2008
"Marissa gets mad when I dance with Haley at school. I have to share my body! I know! I can do them both at once!"
[at the suggestion that he play on the rug instead of the couch] "But MOM. The couch is more dignified."
July 2008
[about my tattoo] "Mommy, did you come into the world with that?"
"Laca and caca rhyme in Spanish!"
[at my load, including his sister] "Geez! You have so many things to carry...even a large person!"
March 2009
"Wait! We have to say a prayer to bless the food! 'I pledge the chocolate into the mouth of the United States of America. And to the republic, for which it stands, one nation, under chocolate, for liberty and justice for all.'"
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