06.15.08
Dada’s Day with many special surprises.
I am enjoying my 3rd Father’s Day – that is if I am allowed to count the one when Charlie was still in the womb. Oh well, the more the merrier. We just returned from going out to eat with her side of the family, which was about 40 people. About 10 minutes from home, I had a quick flashback to the good ol’ country of Indiana as fumes of fresh farm wafted into my nostrils. To my surprise the smell was something different. April looked back at Charlie in his car seat to see his hands covered in poo. Clean up time was spectacular and my wife summed it well, “Happy Father’s Day!”
April gifted me a very sweet present. It was a frame with a poem and Charlie’s footprints. Here is the poem.
Someday I’ll walk through the woods or even run a race,Someday I’ll fix a buckle or even tie a lace,Someday I’ll walk across the street or even into space,Someday I might even try to walk my daddy’s pace.
Someday I’ll climb way up high in a big huge tree,Someday I may even hike the big ole P.C.T.Someday I’ll walk to kindergarten and learn my ABC’s,Someday I’ll walk around at a university.
Someday I’ll ride a tricycle and then I’ll ride a bike,Someday I’ll call you, Daddy, for some fatherly advice.Someday I’ll walk beside you , and I will say this twice,“Thank you Dad, Than you Dad, you are the sunshine of my life!”
06.13.08
Summer Sizzle
Summer is almost here but we have been sizzling from the heat already. I have no idea what I mean by that. We have had some super duper great days and some poopy days. Those poopy days, I mean that literally. I am talking about Charlie’s poo all over his crib in the morning type of poopy days. What would life be with out poopy days? They are always such great stories! The warm weather has brought back camping weekends, which are some of my favorite times. Hanging out in nature and being active with family is a blissful experience. For example, watching Charlie catching a butterfly with his bare hands and then almost putting into his mouth. As we told him no, he let go and the butterfly flew away. A rock was not as lucky; he swallowed a small pebble and no I did not look for it in his diaper. Thus, this summer will have some new experiences now that Charlie is bit bigger and able to walk around. We bought a small pool for the backyard and attached the baby bike seat that was given to us by our baby-sitter. However, we might have to get a new one because, well, to make a long story short, it is very dangerous. And you know me; Safety First! Finally, Charlie had his last day with the baby-sitter yesterday. April will now take over that role and then Charlie will begin attending a daycare in late August. Today, though, I am the baby-sitter for Charlie. My sister just corrected me; I cannot be a baby-sitter for my own child. Well then what is it: son-sitter? She says it is called parenting. Oh yeah that is right. I am a Dad and Father’s Day is this weekend. Yahoo, time to start celebrating of another great year being a Dad and getin’ my parenting groove on!
