Reed has learned to sing Weezer's Buddy Holly. Yesterday we had to drive around for 30 minutes after we got home so we could both sing along 6 or so times. Hunter provided strenuous head-banging and air-drums.
--Dad
...on mobile.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
May You Cry Only Seldomly
Then it struck me that at times in their lives, my children are going to have to struggle with emotional pain. I am not talking about "I don't wanna go to bed now" crying but the kind of crying you do when you feel that you will never get better...that some part of you has died and some part of you doesn't want to go on living.
This hit me hard and I found myself almost in tears thinking of my boys REALLY hurting one day...and crying that cry that you feel might consume you the rest of your days.
I know that you will hurt one day and while I am still able to I will do all that I can to help you. But, here's to hoping that you will cry only seldomly and the happiness you have now will last the rest of your days.
--Daddy
Friday, August 7, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Better than...
Reed was the 2nd of us awake this morning. He was in a really happy mood and curled into my lap for a long, sweet hug.
"Is there anything better than a Daddy hug," I asked rhetorically.
"Kisses!," he shouted and gave me a few.
--TB
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Reed's Smelly Fingers
After their bath last night, Reed and hunter were wrestling and rolling around on my bed, naked. Reed rolls over onto his back, clasps his legs against his body and spreads his butt cheeks with his hands.
Lovely eh?
“ Dad, look what’s in my butt”, says Reed.
Even with a casual glance I could see his pancreas he had gaped his bunghole so wide.
“There is nothing in your bung hole, Reed.”
“Then why does it stink?”
“It only stinks when you poop, Reed.”
“Well…when I stick my fingers there sometimes, they smell.”
--Dad
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