I've been on hiatus these last few weeks. I've been building my profile on Myspace, my Alter Ego (See link below). As part of the process, I've been finding old friends of mine. Mostly high school friends, maybe some church friends I have lost touch with over the years. This is something I recently posted on a bulletin for all of them. Guess it's has more to do with the dad part of the "New Dad" but hope it applies here:
Do you ever think about how old we're getting. THIRTY IS COMING!!! Do you know where you'll be?! It's weird sometimes, driving around thinking about how long ago different times were. About how things have changed, about how things haven't changed. Listening to Gin Blossoms, or Radiohead, or Toad/Sprocket. (Yeah, we actually pull those out on long trips when you need some jam music!) It's wild. It's like, we're actually adults. We're all married. We've all got kids. We're doing things with our lives, or at least appearing to be. What happened to those days. Are they really gone, or are they something we just look back at and smile?
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Big Heart...Change of Cloths
Two very important things any loving dad needs... A Big Heart... And a Change of Cloths. Unfortunately for me, I was lacking the latter last Monday. My deepest regrets to anyone in the general vicinity of the Dodge Charger display at the Chicago Auto Show on Monday Night. My son left you a present.
The afternoon started as any other special family day. I took a half day. When Brittny got home, we loaded up the car and headed downtown. As an afterthought, I said, "Throw a pair of his pajamas in since we'll probably be there late." Lucky for us, she did. After about 5 hours walking around, in and out of cars, we decided to give him a break from the stroller. I hooked up the "Hip Sling" For those less informed, it hangs from your neck like a sling. However, the bottom loops between the child's legs and around your waist. It is great for smaller children, not so much so for my 28 pound son. Especially not when I'm 240 myself. Let's just say, our stomachs were not meant to share the same space. Long story, longer... He got sick. All over himself, all over me, and all over the floor of the Dodge display. I'm not going to be eating hotdogs for a while. We raced downstairs to the restroom. Lucky for him, we brought the pajamas. NOT SO LUCKY FOR ME! Because we were so tight together, my sweater got the brunt of the attack. But, my t-shirt and jeans still made the 30 minute drive home less than bearable.
To add to the event, we discovered that he had the flu, not just something he ate. How did we make this determination, you ask? Well lets just say we've been eating a lot of dry toast in our house this week. My son starting Monday night. Brittny starting Tuesday night. I managed to hold off until Thursday morning. I also have to say thanks to my dad. He "volunteered" to help with my son on Wednesday, when he seemed to be doing better. Apparently, he was still carrying it. Grandpa was the next casualty on Thursday night. It's been quite a week in our family. We've finally been able to add dry pasta, chicken, and soup to the menu. Tomorrow, we're thinking about TACOS! Okay, they'll probably have to wait a few more days.
The moral of the story: A Big Heart isn't enough to get through parenthood. You've got to keep a change of cloths nearby too!
The afternoon started as any other special family day. I took a half day. When Brittny got home, we loaded up the car and headed downtown. As an afterthought, I said, "Throw a pair of his pajamas in since we'll probably be there late." Lucky for us, she did. After about 5 hours walking around, in and out of cars, we decided to give him a break from the stroller. I hooked up the "Hip Sling" For those less informed, it hangs from your neck like a sling. However, the bottom loops between the child's legs and around your waist. It is great for smaller children, not so much so for my 28 pound son. Especially not when I'm 240 myself. Let's just say, our stomachs were not meant to share the same space. Long story, longer... He got sick. All over himself, all over me, and all over the floor of the Dodge display. I'm not going to be eating hotdogs for a while. We raced downstairs to the restroom. Lucky for him, we brought the pajamas. NOT SO LUCKY FOR ME! Because we were so tight together, my sweater got the brunt of the attack. But, my t-shirt and jeans still made the 30 minute drive home less than bearable.
To add to the event, we discovered that he had the flu, not just something he ate. How did we make this determination, you ask? Well lets just say we've been eating a lot of dry toast in our house this week. My son starting Monday night. Brittny starting Tuesday night. I managed to hold off until Thursday morning. I also have to say thanks to my dad. He "volunteered" to help with my son on Wednesday, when he seemed to be doing better. Apparently, he was still carrying it. Grandpa was the next casualty on Thursday night. It's been quite a week in our family. We've finally been able to add dry pasta, chicken, and soup to the menu. Tomorrow, we're thinking about TACOS! Okay, they'll probably have to wait a few more days.
The moral of the story: A Big Heart isn't enough to get through parenthood. You've got to keep a change of cloths nearby too!
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