Daddy's Lunch
Our 14 month old gets my lunch off the table and hands it to me every morning now when I go to work. It doesn't weigh very much (to me), but he's still little. He struggles, but seeing his determination to help daddy is wonderful.
My first two blogs are about baseball and theology. This blog is about the third category of life... everything else.
Our 14 month old gets my lunch off the table and hands it to me every morning now when I go to work. It doesn't weigh very much (to me), but he's still little. He struggles, but seeing his determination to help daddy is wonderful.
I have a large bottle of hot sauce, 32 oz. to be exact, that I use on many a meal. I was shaking it up before pouring. It has one of those screw-on caps that also flip open on a tiny hinge revealing a hole from which to pour. Somehow, the cap came unscrewed while I was shaking. It spurted out all over the dishwasher, my shirt and onto the kitchen floor. A glob spilled on my foot. I wiped it off and also took a shower the next morning. But later at work, my foot started to burn. It was a bit spicy all day.
I was wearing my Beerean.com t-shirt (view here) that Mrs. Scott bought for me. Our three year old asked, "Daddy, is there beeah on your shoit?"
Our 14 month old rushes to the door and opens it for me when I get home from work. Once in and I start setting things down, I head for the bedroom. Several times now he has taken my briefcase and dragged it over to where I keep it, next to the dresser. It's heavy for him so he drags it on the floor. It's really cute to see him help out at his age.
Our little one knows what "nigh-night" means. It's time to go to bed, either for a nap or at night. He can say "nigh-nigh" and he'll go around the house kissing everybody good night. He might have his blanket and he'll run to his crib. Occasionally he feels tired and will go around to everybody all on his own.
I like to play "upside down" with the kids. The little one enjoys it most. I hold them upside down by their ankles, and set them down hands first on the floor. Our oldest is the heaviest by far, so he's difficult. I always fear dropping them on their heads, but it usually doesn't happen that way.
Sometimes I sing the Doxology to our one year old at bedtime:
I was talking to Mrs. Scott on the phone the other day when I heard our middle son in the background saying with a raised voice, "Who needs girl's night out?! We don't like girl's night out!" I don't know what possessed him to say this, but I know he was referring to the nights that Mrs. Scott goes to the ballgame with her friend, Nora.
Our 14 month old learned a new word recently. "More." We had watermelon as one of the items for dinner, and he repeated, "more" after each few chunks. He ate a lot of watermelon.
Our six year old was playing on-line video games and accidentally clicked on something that threw him back to our ISP's home page. One of the main stories (they rotate between photos) contained a picture of Oprah, which just happened to be on the screen at the time. Venting his frustration, he blurted out, "It's all your fault, Oprah!"