Sunday, June 20, 2010

My kid's Dad..

I know it's sentimental. Ok.. totally, disgustingly mushy.. and I'm sorry. Really I am.
But I wanted to post some of my favorite pictures.

And a poem. He'll tease me about this. I know it. But he'll also smile later when he thinks about it.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Happy Father's Day Punk. I love you!
And if you tease me.. I'll be even mushier next year.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Tell me a story..

Honestly, I can't really remember what the story was about. I was having too much fun watching her tell it.
I remember cheese eating dragons and something about bubbles.
Main characters: somebody named "Whatever", "Dum Dum", and Philip.. I think.
Whatever her story was... I can promise you..
it was very, very

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Little Man is three

The older he grows the more I see how very different he is from his sisters. I'm learning to speak his language. He talks so much less. Grunts and growls mostly. And car noises. Lots of those. I can't keep his fingernails clean for the life of me and only make him take a bath a couple of times a week. With him I'm learning to pick my battles.
But he makes the best dinosaur noises in the world and will play with me anytime, anywhere. His kisses, although rarely given without trickery, melt my heart to pieces and I could listen to him laugh for the rest of my life and be perfectly content.
I'm learning that little boys are determined, playful, active, little things. And this little guy is especially so. He thinks his Daddy is the most incredible person in the world and grieves every morning when he leaves for work.
Then celebrates every night upon his return. Happiness in this life is deeply tied to hot wheels, bikes, dinosaurs and the timely return of his daddy. Here's to another year little guy. I can't wait to learn what you'll teach me next.