A guest “Fun Size Byte” via email from @yardboy
I come home one day and my wife tells me our 7 year old son has some news, but is afraid to tell me because he’s afraid I’ll make fun of him.
This fear is based on a long history of me doing exactly that when it comes to anything involving girls.
My theory is that if I mess with him enough about it, he’ll develop a thick skin that will help him better deal with the opposite sex in later years.
So, of course I pressure him to tell me his news and he says …. pregnant pause… "I have a girlfriend."
"Really," I say, "well that’s pretty cool. What’s her name?" and he proceeds to give me her deets.
"So," I say, "how did it happen - did you ask her, or did she ask you?"
"Oh," he says, "she told me."
At the end of each day when we put The Boy to bed, we each usually share our “favorite part” of the day.
We spent most of the day in the car (11:30 am - 12:30 am), so it’s sort of hard to have a “favorite part” of the day, but the weather was decent for most of the way (a little rain).
The Wife drove for most of the trip, which meant that I was able to sleep (something I wasn’t able to do last night). The Boy was a great traveler, as usual. It was good to see the dogs who were very excited to see us. The Puppy seems to have grown in the week since I last saw him.
I felt very little “Christmas spirit” this year leading up to Christmas, probably because I was sick. In fact I was sure that I wasn’t going to be able to make the drive to my mom’s (I expected either my sickness or the weather to make it impossible) and I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to go for “only a week” after we just made that drive in October.
In the end I was very glad we made the trip to spend Christmas with my mom. I found my Christmas spirit there, and it ended up being a nice week. 2010 went out on a little bit of a high note. So far 2011 doesn’t really feel like it has started.
I’m sure that will change tomorrow.
After we share our favorite parts before bed, we say our prayers.
Ethan’s prayers are always the same:
Dear God, thank you for this beautiful day together, God bless my mom, my dad and me, Sadie, Sophie and grammy. Thank you for this beautiful day together, amen.
Well… that was how he said his prayers every night until Maggie came to live with us, when he changed “Sadie, Sophie, and grammy” to “Maggie, Sadie, Sophie and grammy” and then when Lucky joined us it became “Lucky Maggie Sadie Sophie and grammy.”
There are a couple of interesting things to note. First of all, Sadie has been gone for almost 2 years, but he still includes her every night. Secondly, he has two grandmothers and two grandfathers (well, one is a step-grandfather but that’s not a distinction he really makes). For some reason he only includes “Grammy”. None of us know why.
Other than that, he doesn’t vary this prayer at all. Ever. He says it the exact same way every night. I can recite it like the alphabet.
The night after we found out Maggie had died, Ethan said “Well, I know what my least favorite part today was…” I said “me too.” He changed his prayer that night to add something about God welcoming Maggie to heaven. I almost missed what he said because I was expecting his “usual” prayer.
That was the only night he changed his words. Every night since, he continues to list Maggie and Sadie along with Lucky and Sophie. it makes me smile, every time. I’m not sure his other grandparents would be thrilled to find out that two dead dogs make it into every night’s prayers even though only one of his living grandparents does, but it’s unlikely they’ll notice.
Today’s was simple. The Boy had basketball practice. That was my favorite part. Not because he’s good — he’s not, he’s 8, they’re all terrible, and the ones who aren’t are obnoxious about it.
No, it was my favorite part because he has no filter, no shame, no inhibition about going out and having fun. Does he like putting the ball in the basket? Sure, but really he doesn’t care that much, he’s happy to run around with a bunch of other kids and play.
Show me a 30 year-old who’s that happy.
Also, he asked if he could read more after I put him to bed. I said yes, of course. He’s on page 228 of the Percy Jackson book, and he’s loving it. Occasionally he runs into a word he doesn’t know (the books are rated ages 9-12) but he can usually guess the meaning from context. Or he’ll ask (“commemorative” was the last one). Or he’ll skip it.
We also went to the library and borrowed the 5th book on CD. He also took out “You’re a good sport, Charlie Brown.” I had to pay $1 for a replacement library card since I can’t find mine. Tell me that’s not the best deal in the world. They’re going to re-order Stephen King’s The Talisman since the lending library who sent it via interlibrary loan only sent CDs 13-24. I checked out The Hobbit on CD since, much to my geek shame, I’ve never read the books.
All in all, it was a good day.
And now the puppy is curled up beside me as I await to ride the Ambien Walrus off into the sunset. Err, moonrise? Whatever. Daddy needs sleepy time.
Today was a very good day for several reasons.
It started with the first good night’s sleep I’ve had literally all year.
Secondly, The Wife found out that she only has to be gone 5 Sunday evenings this semester instead of 10. We knew she was going to be gone for 3 of those anyway, so really it’s a difference of an additional two versus an additional seven which makes it a pretty big deal.
I was able to get some of the kitchen cleaned up. I’m not sure why, but I really hate coming into the house if the kitchen is a mess, maybe because It’s the first real room you come into when you enter the house from the garage. The dining room table and the bed is still buried under miscellaneous crap, and my room/office needs more cleaning, but it’s a start at least. I finally threw out the pumpkin that we bought for Halloween but never carved. It still looks exactly like it did when we brought it home.
The Puppy seems to have stopped having regular accidents in the house. On the other hand, he chewed the zipper for my laptop backpack, so now it won’t close. I think I bought it a year or two before we moved here (June 2003) so it really didn’t “owe me” anything, and was starting to wear through in a few spots. I guess I’ll have to get a new one when I get my new laptop hopefully soon.
Oh, and did I mention that The Boy gave his phone number to some
hussy girl in his class? Apparently “she thought The Puppy
was the cutest thing ever” and might want to come over someday.
Trollop. He said he wasn’t expecting her to call anytime soon, but
then tonight he asked me if anyone had called or if there were any
missed calls (we came home around an hour after school got out).
Here’s Lucky wearing a shirt. He was whistle-snoring a minute ago.
Truthfully, Tumblr, today was not a very good day, but the point of “favorite parts” is to focus on what was good if even that sometimes means you work really hard to find something good. I realize that probably seems cheesy, but it’s nit bad for an 8 year old, and it’s not bad for grownups either.
My favorite part today was that The Boy has nearly finished the first Percy Jackson book, and on Friday he can bring one Christmas present to school, and he wants to bring the books. My sister called to say she had forgotten to send my Christmas present which will be a gift certificate towards a new laptop. That makes me happy too, obviously, but truthfully, money can buy a laptop, it can’t buy watching your kid suddenly love to read something you bought him for Christmas.
See, now I’m thinking that although there were some really sucky parts to today, it wasn’t all bad.
Goodnight Tumblr.Remind me tomorrow to tell you about The Girl in The Boy’s class. I am off to bed, perchance to sleep. I hope.
My favorite part today was that I had agreed to do something that I really didn’t want to do, then found out that I didn’t have to do it, and ended up not even having to even attend.
The relief I felt about this has helped me to say “No” to another commitment coming up that I had been asked to consider. The need is real, and I feel badly for the guy who is trying to get people to cover 9 different weeks, but now that the holidays are over and I’m (mostly) feeling better, I really need to focus on writing my thesis.
Also I found out today that I have earned enough through my side projects that with the money I received for Christmas from my mom, in-laws, and sister, I’ll be able to order my MacBook Air within the next week or two.
Before he went to bed tonight, The Boy packed all his Percy Jackson books in his book-bag to bring to school tomorrow.
And it’s Friday. We’re almost there.
My favorite part today was that I actually got some writing done. This is big, because I haven’t written anything for a long time. After I dropped The Boy off for school, I drove 12.5 miles to the local community college to write in the library. I could have drive home and it would have been closer, but it also would have been more distracting. The dogs, the phone, the this, the that. The library is a separate place where all I do is write.
I would have used our library, but it didn’t open until 10:00 a.m. and there’s no quiet place in our library (I’ll spare you my rant on that for now). I arrived around 9 and had to leave around 11, which gave me two uninterrupted hours to write. And write I did. The other nice thing about having a drive is that it gave me about 15 minutes to start the writing process before I sat down. That included trying to clear my head of all the other crap I needed to do today (I really need to put my little voice recorder in the car so I can leave myself voice notes while driving.
So ok during the time when I wrote that and now, maybe an hour or so has passed and I’ve thought about where my voice recorder might be but then I thought can I do it on the POS Nokia, And I was. Mostly. It gave me ONE that could be no longer than 15 seconds before the memory was used up. But then I’d have to get it off there, so I started thinking that the phone was the answer. Use the phone to call the voicemail, which turned out to be a bit more complicated than we thought and had to find some settings in some buried menu. So I called myself 2 calls the Wife and 3 calls the house, presunable.
Here’s the thing. I think the ambien might have kicked in a little because I feel like I Was a little drink and I havndmt’ hav anuthing to do drrirnmk Now my eyes are getting tired to. It’s almost midnight. Yeah there was just a scene in the kitchen where several items which were of the chocolate persuation and found their way un my mouth. I ate, I think 3 rolls of smarties. Why didn’t anyne get rid of the leftover halloween stuff
Btw there is also a new dog of doritos here which is awesome enve though I realdady brushem y teeh.
And the boy… the boy is sound asleep. He probably finished the first Percy Jackson book , he took the 2nd out and placed it next to his bed in case he finished the fitst one and didn’t know what to do with the secind.
Ok well I guess I stayed up[ too late fafter the abiien and now I mean, I see obviouslu tha there are a lot of words mosspelled. We’ll just deal wit that to,morrow, people will be able to ffigure it out on their own.
Serieously though and I don’t care if you believe me, but not one drp of aolchhol tonight. This is weird when you know that it’s not right but you fant’t really, don’t really care enouah O giess to fix it.
Oh I’m kuts going to send this one and tag it fraft and fingigure it out all tomororw
My favorite part yesterday was that because I was feeling badly, coughing and ache-y, The Wife gave me some Tylenol PM, setup the humidifier, and gave me a back rub until I fell asleep.
Which is why you’re getting this a day late..