The following entry was conceived and written on 12/22/04. It was saved, in draft form, on my server and promptly forgotten, until now. Aren’t you lucky?
Last night I was in pain, physical pain. It was kind of pain that makes you take an Allieve, pray it doesn’t give you a heart attack, and lie down for some rest. The lights were out and no one was home. I was snuggled up in my pjs and…
Despite his bumbling parents, Adam seems to be a happy child. Saturday night was a case in point. We were giving the boy his diurnal bathing when he gave us the slip. Due to his head’s position, in relation tile and granite border of the shower, it was a bad time to gain his freedom.
One thing we’ve learned from this is that it’s amazing how fast a little kid can shed a nasty…
Beth finally got her iPod on Friday. We ordered it early last week and tracked in it from China (with a little help from the FedEx web site). It’s hot pink, has Beth’s name engraved on it, and is everything Beth was hoping for in a portable music player. She totes it around the house like a trophy almost non-stop. No, she hasn’t listened to a whole lot of music on it – but…
Last week we had a little problem getting Beth ready in the morning. Gaping, bleeding wounds will do that to you. She was feeling playful and decided to hide under her bed after we asked her to get dressed. Unfortunately, she caught her leg on something sharp and we wound up in the ER rather than the rec center (for summer camp).
“Dad, were you angry with me when I cut my…
Herding three kids on a sugared high at the local McDonald’s “Play Place”, exhausting. Going to Busch Gardens for the afternoon, don’t even ask. Making an impromptu trip to Starbucks with your family then walking the mall with caffeine coursing through your veins, by far the best bang for your hard earned buck.
Sometimes the best of times can be had with the simplest…
It’s something that transcends age and understanding. That much was clear after spending an otherwise trying afternoon at Busch Gardens yesterday. It was the reason we subjected ourselves to the unrelenting heat of a summer afternoon in the concrete jungle of a central Florida theme park. It was the reason we kept trying to get in, even after we discovered that the parking lot and two of the…
As it turns out “pathos” is not a Greek word for disease. I had a delightfully witty opening for this entry, all built on a faulty assumption. Drat!
Any-hoo, this entry must go on.
The scarcity of entries this past week can be blamed on my irrational preoccupation with a project for the office, and a week long training session that I’d tell you about, but I’m worried it…