Scenes From An Italian Restaurant

With the way the sun was shining combined with the cool breeze coming across the back of the restaurant it was easy to forget you were 800 miles inland. Still though if you closed your eyes it wouldn’t have been too hard to smell the salt coming off the ocean. There were a few tables outside scattered about in no particular order. Red umbrellas opened up to give refugee from the glaring orb perched just above the horizon. Who knows if it was because the band wasn’t too well known or if there was some other main attraction drawing the usual crowd away from the normally busy hot spot. Whatever the reason we were glad it was going to be a private concert. With two kids in tow, each of us agreed that the fewer people around the better when it came to eating out.

After the pasta came amidst the swells of the guitar, nothing was left of the meal except a few scraps of garlic bread and hints of marinara. Empty glasses all pushed to the center of the table in hopes little hands wouldn’t be able to reach them. With a whisper and a dash the scene transformed from an evening out with friends into a slow motion dance recital. With her pastel dress twirling around her, time seemed to stop for everyone as we watched the little girl next to the stage sway to the music. With a band in her hair to keep the brown locks back and a smile created for her father, the glow from Princess Zoë was enough to make the sun jealous and decide to turn in for the night.

 

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Can You Follow My Train Of Thought?

So what do you do when you have a weekly column to write and you don't have a clue what to say Apparently you ramble and you ditch punctuation I've got a couple of ideas for some great stories I want to tell bouncing around in the ole blockhead noggin but they aren't fleshed out yet I've been wondering where the J's are and keep meaning to shoot them an email Speaking of friends the gang is now officially split up We were tight there for awhile and there was a time I saw spending my life with them all as if trapped in a real life version of Thirtysomething but that's over now The idols have left though not in a way that anyone ever saw coming Something happened changed people became distant and best friends lost touch Nobody knows the exact reasons or if they do they're not sharing Either way the gang is kaput I writing a ton lately and I love it to death but I wonder if the daily grind of cranking out blog after blog for extra cash is stopping me from pursuing other opportunities then again seven months ago before I started getting paid there were no opportunities so maybe I'm just worrying for the sake of it Everything is going great in my life at the moment I just got a promotion at the 9-5 but I can't help but wonder if it's just taking me one step further away from the writing career that may or may not be my latest fad I love doing this everyday though it does wear me out some The late nights the endless words and phrases appearing out of nowhere on my computer screen in just the perfect way as if putting together a puzzle without knowing what the final picture is or looking at the pieces I'm still amazed in my confidence in myself 98% percent of the time when I sit down I have a basic idea and the rest just pours out like a pitcher full of tea going down the drain maybe that's not the best analogy but maybe the correct one would be paint being dumped on a canvas I love this whole train of thought thing I got going on now I may have to do this again soon I just heard the new Billy Ray Cyrus album and it was pretty good believe it or not We watched 10 minutes of Hannah Montana the other day and that made me open to the idea of hearing him sing and forgiving him for Achey Breaky Heart Fred loves music the slightest hint of song or the television jingle and he's popping his head and shaking that booty There's a new group of friends forming and I guess that's  great The Marks The Norths The Whiska's I hate those nicknames but it's the best I can do I'm getting sleepy There for like three months I was doing great going to bed at midnight and getting up at six but this past week I can barely stay up past ten Lucy is doing great everyday she amazes me by how funny and sacrastic she is we've been together so long we laugh at the slight hints of old inside jokes like Hoooott Pooockets and I'd die without shoes We used to play this game where we'd hear a song or a story on the news and make up this giant lie about how it all happened because of something we did and we decided to keep it quite because we didn't want to have to put up with the hassle of being famous Fred is practically attacking buttons the cat every afternoon everytime he runs into the room he screams "AAAAAAAACCCHHHHHH" Fred not the cat sounds are the hardest words to spell We are afraid that when asked if he knows what sound a cat makes at school he will say nothing because pets aren't allowed in school bad joke we are afraid that instead of "Meow" he will scream "Raaaooooorrrr" then they will ask him to spell that and he will have no clue cause his daddy never taught him because he didn't know either Lucy has an ulcer and can't eat pizza and that's going to give me an ulcer because I am craving some pizza I know this is probably hard to read plus I'm not going to do spell check cause that will take away from the fun of it but I think this is awesome I'm always trying to find new ways to shape my words Once when we were first dating Lucy got into a habit of giving me a card every couple of days for various reasons Happy Festivus Happy Tuesday I'm Thinking Of You Get Well Soon Sorry I Thought You Were Sick When Really You Just Have Big Red Nose I never got her the first card so on one of our anniversaries can't remember which one but like six months or something I went out and spent like thirty bucks on nothing but happy anniversary cards I wrote someting different in them and hid them all over the place in the car the fridge the bathroom the closet you know every where all over the place consists of She got a card every twenty minutes that day She still has them in a box in her closet or some place to this day If this is getting on your nerves I promise to....  

Harry Potter And The Lack Of Interest

 Why is it every time the subject of Harry Potter comes up people look at me like I’m deaf and they can’t figure out the words my hands are making? So what I HAVEN’T READ THE FIRST WORD OF HARRY POTTER and know zilch about it!! You think there are some tensions between black/whites/hispanics/christians/muslims in this country, wait till people hear you don’t know what a muggle is.

The second people find out this news they all make that same “HOLLY CRAP I’VE FOUND THE LOST ARK” face followed by the “ARE YOU SPEAKING IN TONGUES BECAUSE I HAVE NO UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT THOSE WORDS PUT TOGETHER IN THE SAME SENTENCE MEAN” face followed by the “I MUST CONVERT YOU SINNER” face.

Look there are some books I plan on reading front to back before I die. The Bible, East Of Eden…ok well that’s all I can name right now, but my point is somewhere between the first book coming out and the third one hitting the stands I began to get segregated because of my lack of interest. Hey I like wizards and warlocks and polo just like everybody else, I just never got caught up in the whole “THIS IS THE BEST BOOK KNOWN TO MAN AND IF YOU DON”T READ IT YOU ARE AN ILLITERATE HILLBILLY” thing. Ask me about Spiderman or the latest movie news. I know everything about American Idol!!

So the next time you run into somebody that doesn’t have a clue who this Harry Potter guys is, please just move along and not look at him like an albino alligator down at your local zoo.

 

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A Toy Story

We spent most of Saturday putting up the last of the Utility Belt. Little man is growing up quicker than we can keep up and with every month one of our trusted tools gets put up in the attic. No longer can we depend on the swing, bouncy seat, playpen, and jumper to keep him in one spot. Boxes of rattles, bottles, blankies, and boppy pillows are filling up our storages spaces until the day the next child comes along.

Barney is losing his appeal and The Wonder Pets now keep him still the longest. Patches the puppy and Tad the tag along blanket have been replaced with bouncy balls and toy cell phones. This weekend the last remaining weapon left in our arsenal got put out to pasture…goodbye beloved excersaucer.

Off comes the wreath that proudly hung from the door of Lucy’s hospital room and has sense been on Fred’s wall. Down goes the crib he refused to sleep in. Time to take that receiving blanket off its froggie hooks. Soon there will be posters of Superheroes and Cartoon characters adorning his room.

No longer does he want to be held. He hits the door running and never stops until forced to go to bed. Mushy baby food being replaced with pizza and chicken nuggets. Those are my favorite foods…how can he be old enough to split a pizza with?

How do stop you kid from growing up when you’re not ready?

 

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Confessions Of A Not So Peeping Tom

The North’s go to church with us, so we see them on a regular basis. Sometimes we go out to eat together since we both have kids around the same age. They actually have a very nice house that Fred and I pass everyday on the way to the Hill. Two car garage, a nice patio, basketball goal, swing set…everything you could want in a home. In particular they have a very nice fence that runs around the back of their house and faces the route Fred and I take every morning. Umm….this is where my problem lies and why I’m a bit embarrassed to speak to them at the moment. See the fence is tall enough to stop anyone from looking over it if you are in their yard and not standing on the road running behind the place. But not tall enough so that people can’t see over it and down through their patio doors into the middle of their home while they are in their car taking their son to daycare 5 days a week.

Now I’ll admit the first couple of time I thought “Hey look!! You can see into the North’s house from up here” now it’s more like “Oh crap there’s the North’s place. Look the other way so it won’t appear we are looking”. Then I think “Who am I talking too? Fred is in the back seat playing with a plastic Easter egg”

So now my daily routine has added event that takes place at exactly 7:35 every morning. It’s get up, check email, eat breakfast, get dressed, get Fred dressed, make my lunch, change Fred’s diaper, kiss Lucy goodbye, get Fred in the car, and now look the other way when passing behind the North’s.

Not being a Peeping Tom when your not being a Peeping Tom has never been so hard.

Things Heard At VBS

Lucy and I are helping out with VBS this week. She’s got Fred’s class and I’m watching over the 4^th graders. Here are of the things I heard the kids say:

“Michael if you do not stop touching me and pointing at me and saying my name and embarassing me. I am going to tell everyone what you did after that big kid punched you last. Would you like me to do that Michael? Huh?Huh?”

“What’s your favorite kind of meat?”

“No matter what happens tonight will you please tell my mommy that I was good even if you think I might not have been? She said if I was bad I couldn’t come back!”

"We are about to do a skit on The Good Samaritan. Who knows about the good Samaritan?” Everyone raised their hands because what the teacher didn’t know is that just by chance the kids had just come from a skit about The Good Samaritain.

“Why do you have 5 bags of popcorn?” ”People give me what they don’t want to eat” “Ok. Can I clean some of this up or do you need all 5 bags?” “You can throw this one away.” “Why this one?” “I know that girl and she probably did something to it”

“There’s my mom, remember you promised to say I was good.”

"Can I crush his bones?"

"How many minutes do we have left?"

"Dude. Quit calling me dude. My name is not dude. It's Van not dude. Ok dude?"

"Charlie please tell him to quit trying to hit me in the nuts!" "If you keep hitting him in his privates I'm going to give your snack to Dalton" "Can I have that kids snack now?" "No he quit hitting him in the privates" "Aw man!!!"

"Wait I'm her husband who are you three guys?" "We are her husbands!!!" "You are all my husbands" "This is so screwed up"

"I'm an anti-anexx-ite"

"This sucks"

"I hate pizza"

"One time my mom called me for dinner but I was up in a tree really high and couldn't come down so the fire department came and there was a squirrel next to me"

 

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Birthday Blunders

Friday the 6^th was Lucy’s birthday and I was finally able to get her that pony she has always wanted…with a couple of minor details being different than what she initially expected.

1. It was plastic
2. It smelled like cupcakes and roses
3. Fred wouldn’t let her play with it

Other than that like I said, it was the pony she had always wanted. I learned this birthday that women like to have their gifts wrapped and not launched at them as they are wiping the sleepy from their eyes at 7a.m. Oh and I now know her shoe size (it’s NOT an 8 like the ones I bought her but a size 9 like the ones I exchanged them for on my lunch break that day). Finally I received a gift from God by having the smarts to order her balloons/flowers. Now at the time it was a clear attempt to make up for the disasterous birthday gift giving from earlier in the day, but I now feel like I had some help in making the decision to send them her way. That afternoon a customer of hers at the bank who remembered her birthday thought she deserved some flowers. Now I’m sure said customer had no idea that he/she was potentially sending me to the doghouse for several months, but still I think flowers were a bit much and would have been happy seeing her get a gift certificate for free pizza or something less “My husband didn’t even get me something this nice”-ish. Luckily I remembered and mine arrived before theirs did. That about covers it...oh yea..instead of birthday cake we had a slice of cheesecake from a resturant that was open late. Hey folks I don't call myself a blockhead for nothing.

 

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Freddy And The Fireworks

We took Fred to see a couple of fireworks shows last week. A local church always does a huge show and is just a couple of blocks away. We weren’t sure how he would react so we didn’t get that close, but I think mainly he was so sleepy it just bored him. We did however come away with some of the coolest pics we’ve taken in a while. Later on in the week on the actually 4^th of July we took him to the city sponsored show and he loved those.

12 Rules I'm Attempting To Teach Fred

• SPITTING IS NASTY ESPECIALLY IF YOU MAKE THAT “ACKKKKKK” SOUND WITH YOUR THROAT FIRST
• FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE EVERYTHING. DON’T BE CAUGHT ON THE PHONE SCREAMING CURSE WORDS IN PUBLIC. YOU DON’T KNOW WHO’S AROUND OR WHAT THEIR OPINION ON THE ISSUE IS.
• BETTER YET JUST DON’T CURSE AT ALL
• LEAVE A TIP!!! NOBODY LIKEs CLEANING UP AFTER YOU ESPECIALLY IF THEY DIDN’T HAVE ANYTHING DO WITH YOUR BIRTH.
• MADONNA WON’T LET HER OWN KIDS LISTEN TO HER MUSIC SO WHY SHOULD YOU?
• NEVER DRINK ICE’D CAPPACINO AT 11PM AND THINK YOU WILL GET A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP.
• PLUTO USED TO BE PLANET BUT IT DIDN’T EAT IT’S VEGATABLES AND SHRANK. NOW IT’S BARELY A MOON
• NEVER WASTE YOUR MONEY ON A NEW ART’S MUSIC UNLESS YOU KNOW 3 TRACKS BY HEART. SAVE THE MONEY AND WAIT FOR THEIR GREATEST HITS COLLECTION.
• ONLY BASEBALL PLAYERS AND MICHAeL JACKSON IMPERSONATORS TOUCH THEIR PRIVATES IN PUBLIC.
• YOU WILL NEVER WIN AN ARGUMENT WITH YOUR MOMMA AND IF YOU ARE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO THINK YOU HAVE, NEVER LET HER KNOW IT.
• WHEN YOU TYPE IN ALL CAPS IT MEANS YOU ARE SHOUTING!!!
• NEVER FORGET THE CHICKEN NUGGET TAX. FOR EVERY 5 NUGGETS DADDY GETS ONE.

 

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Decoy Drama

We are at the age now where Fred is really watching everything we do. If we are sitting on the couch, he wants to sit on his couch. We eat with a fork, he needs a fork. My drink has a straw….well you get the idea. This is great and all when it comes to things that can be replaced easily enough. Staws, silverware, etc…can be wiped off or replaced if dropped. What about the TV remote? The Phone? Car Keys? What do you do when the object of his desire is something you can’t afford to have broken or lost?

Simple, you give him decoys. Old remotes, cordless phones that don’t work anymore, keys to locks long ago forgotten, all make perfect decoys. These are great. He loves playing with the remote ”Hey buddy here’s a remote of your very own!!” Won’t give the car keys back ”How about these shiny keys I got just for you?”

Pretty soon though you get so used to seeing these decoys lying around that you forget that they no longer work and are now toys. You’re sitting there pressing the remote, nothings happening, and you decide you are either going to have to watch 6 straight episodes of Rosanne or get up and get batteries. Then at hour 5 ½ it dawns it dawns on you that you’ve got the toy remote (which used to be the working remote). You walk in the room, see the other parent holding the fake phone, and immediately start whispering so you don’t interrupt their conversation. All because his toys are modeled to look exactly like yours.

 

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The Age Of Love

Fred turned 14 months last week and I’m convinced that this may be the perfect age. If I could somehow freeze him in time and stop the aging process, 14 months would be as far as I would let him get. Forget his first date, getting his driver’s license, marriage…that’s all wrapped around a bunch of fear and anxiety. I like him just fine the way he is now.

All he wants to do is play. He rarely cries. He sleeps most of the night. Everything is new. Dinner is nothing but chicken nuggets, corn, and pizza. Barney is King and his favorite new game is pulling toys out and putting them back up.

Best of all are all the signs of affection. Bear hugs, high fives, baby kisses…last week he said to Lucy just before he got in the car going to the Hill “I Rub You!!” This week he started blowing her kisses every morning. Forget teenage rebellion and the sex talk, I’d be perfectly fine reading “5 Little Lady Bugs” and “I Am A Puppy” the rest of my life.

 

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There's A Monster In My Closet!!!

It’s funny how the moment we are born we enjoy being scared. There’s just something about that jolt of electricity you get from a sudden startle that always sends a smile to the face. From 2 month old babies getting a kick out of Peek-A-Boo to 60 yr old men staying up late watching the latest slasher flicks, we all instinctively enjoy a little fright in our lives.

Growing up Broccoli and I turned scaring the Bejesus out of my grandmother into an art form. We’d sneak in the house and hide under table for hours at a time waiting for her to walk by so we could grab an ankle. Grab a handful of gummy worms, cram them in our pockets, and wait for the right moment to yank them out screaming “Granny look at all these worms we found in the yard!!!” Once Broccoli even scared somebody so bad her pants fell off (thankfully it was a cousin and not my grandmother).

Fred is now learning the joys of scare tactics. We catch him all the time sneaking up to a corner and peeking around to see what’s on the other side. He loves to go into his closet and close the door till just a tiny ray of light is allowed inside, then in a flash he flings it open with a mighty roar!! It’s just a matter of time before he makes somebody drop their drawers.

 

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Daddy Got Back

I don’t want to go into my physical faults (I sound like giant girl half the time on this site as it is), but I have packed on some pounds lately. At first I went through this whole denial phase where I kept blaming Lucy for washing my clothes wrong, then I decided that I needed to find a better excuse before I started having to wash my own stuff.

Then I tried to pass it off on my hypoglycemia, but almost had a nervous breakdown once the junk food around the house got replaced with fruit. Blech.

The buckle on my only belt (it was reversible!!) broke off…I tried to say it was Fred’s fault because he obviously stepped on it. That may have worked if he was 16, but clearly I was grasping at straws by saying my 1yr old could bend metal.

Without a belt for a week I managed to moon more people than a busload of drunken football players after winning the state championships. So many people saw my butt rumors began circulating that Britney Spears was in town. I showed so much crack that I was made an honorary member of the Alabama Plumbers Hall Of Fame. I mooned so many people Neil Armstrong got the gang back together and planted a flag in my butt.

Ok enough jokes. It’s not all in my butt anyways…Lucy says I’m getting giant lower back. I scared a couple of kids last night at church after I bent over to pick Fred up. They ran away screaming “Mommy it’s going to butt munch us!!!”

I’m not really into exercising and cutting back on eating isn’t helping….I may have to do a sit-up or two instead of a fruit rollup or three.

 

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Training Days

I don’t know where it came from…maybe it was Fred learning to give High 5’s. It could have been the site of him riding in that shopping cart with the Auburn ball cap backwards on top of his head. Regardless of why suddenly I’ve begun to think of my pre-fatherhood life in a new light.

I’ve left it as no secret that life wasn’t always easy growing up the child of divorce and the stepson to the “Angry Man”. Nobody has it easy growing up and there are a million stories that are worse than mine. That doesn’t mean the memories of the bad days don’t sting any less though. Pain is in the eye of the beholder. One mans pinprick is another stab through the heart.

Ever since Fathers Day (Which couldn’t have been any better. Thank you Lucy and Fred) I’ve been thinking about my past as something more than just that of an average guy growing up in a small town. I now see it as training camp. All the mistakes, the anger, the lack of money, the different situations I found myself in…they all lead up to that moment when Fred looked up at me for the first time and held my finger as if to say “Where do I go from here?”

I don’t think I realized it at the time, but 1yr and 3 months later I understand that on that day training ended and my purpose began. It’s a simple thing to say out loud “My purpose in life is to give my son the best life possible” The execution is the tricky part. A happy marriage filled with love, a more than passing relationship with God, the ability to overcome hard times, finances, relationships, morals, behavior (his and mine), right and wrong…these were all covered during the training days. I may not know what’s going to happen next week or next year, but I do remember what happened yesterday and all the yesterdays before then. It’s because of those yesterdays that I am able to give Fred a fruitful tomorrow. Magically he erases the sting from a thousand pinpricks.

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Foot Patrol

Recently we went looking for new sandals for Fred. No big deal right? You’re in you’re out. Badda Bing Badda Boom. Except it wasn’t that easy. Fred apparently knows something that a million other 1 year-olds have not yet figured out…with just a tug Velcro comes apart. Obviously he’s the only baby in the country that knows this because after going to 5 different stores looking for sandals that pulled on instead of being velcro’d on, we found zero pairs. How can this be??!!!???!!! The only answer is that he’s the smartest baby in the world because the alternative is that shoe designers want kids to pull apart Velcro so that they will lose them at the mall, church, the playground, the daycare, at restaurants, and parking lots. Hence making the mommy and daddy’s of the world have to go spend the same amount of money for a size 5 toddler that they would for a pair of their own shoes. We all know that the last thing big business wants us to do is spend more money. 

 

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Is There Another Blockhead On The Way?

Not hardly, but for some reason I find myself wanting another one. Lucy brought it up last night and like everything else we seem to be thinking the same thing “We are not ready, but the idea is there again.” It would be a financial nightmare to have another child. In two years things will be different (Fred will be about out of daycare). Plus we can barely keep up with one. It wouldn't be fair to either Fred or the new baby at the moment.

Still...I never thought I’d miss the middle of the night wake up call, being at the mercy of a baby that loved to wake up at 2 a.m and fall back asleep at 4 (I watched sooo many movies during that time). I miss curling up with that fragile little boy and rocking him to sleep. I miss telling stories and having his full attention. That’s my favorite thing about time, in a matter of months it can take what once was difficult and make it seem like a vacation.

Fred is amazing and with each new word or giggle he reminds me why I should take nothing for granted…still we miss our baby and can see those long nights filled with movies and story telling coming back around very soon…just not this year or maybe next…then again life is moving at the speed of sound and with every step Fred is declaring his independence. Watching him grow up is a blessing, but there's some saddness mixed in there whenever I stop and think of how fast that first year zipped by. I love my toddler, but I miss my baby boy. 

See Spot Run

I’m not sure when it happened, maybe this is the way it’s been since birth (his not mine). At some distinct moment in time I became a golden retriever. I fetch, I role over, play dead, get my belly rubbed a couple times a week, and I even get taken on long walks every so often.

Take last night for example, Fred thought I’d like a round of fetch after dinner so we spent an hour playing “I’ll throw the toy under the couch and you go get it”. He even made it easier on me by bringing along his triceratops flashlight. (My eyes are getting bad in my old age hence the word “golden” retriever). Fetch lasts all day and lately it's followed by the words “Uh oooh!!!” I keep telling him it’s not an “uh oh” if he throws something on purpose, but I think he just says that cause it always gets a laugh out of me. Kinda like giving me a treat for doing such a good job.

He loves to take walks in his wagon, but he’s not walking anywhere. It’s not a walk when you fall asleep two blocks from the house and wake up back at home.

He’s obsessed about my belly button and is constantly trying to raise my shirt to get a better view.

Finally, just like a dog by the end of the day I will sleep anywhere. The foot of the bed, the floor in the middle of the hall, under the coffee table…I don’t care I just need sleep.

 

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NO The Musical

He started this past Sunday. At first it was cute and funny. How can you get mad at him while he stands there dancing and singing it like a song? At 3:30 this morning, cute went out the window. Lucy suspects he learned it at church, but the source isn’t what’s important. A way to get end it is our current predicament. It’s almost impossible to be mad at him once he gets going.

“Fred quit throwing food in the floor and sit down.”

With his arm out, index finger waving side to side, and hips shaking he sings “no no no no no, no no no no no”

“Quit messing the buttons on the TV”

“no no no no no, no no no no no”

“Boys and Girls under 5 do not play in mommy’s jewelry box, but especially not boys!”

“no no no no no, no no no no no”

“Baby put that cat food scoop down and come out of the kitchen.”

You guessed it “no no no no no, no no no no no”

Then at 3:30 am when he woke up ready to play and was asked to go back to sleep “no no no no no, no no no no no” became a major annoyance.

 

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Boy, I've Been In Your Shoes (Part II)

The man sitting in the pew surrounded by the family he seldom gets to see, wonders if his 1 year-old son will make it through the service. Although it comes down to a flip of the coin, there’s a schedule in place that is desperately clung too in hopes that with the right bottle at this moment and the perfect book at this time the boy will be fast asleep when the Church grows silent and the preacher begins his lesson. This time it’s different though, normal the family attends church with 500 others all of whom tend to filter out any noises children make. This is not the mans usual place of worship though and hence the thought of his fun loving son deciding he’s ready to party in a building filled with less than 30 sends shivers of worry up and down his spine.

As the preacher takes the podium and begins speaking in his deep, enthusiastic voice the man barely registers a word, focusing solely on what the child is doing. Minutes pass and the child begins to get restless when something stops him in his tracks. At first the father is confused, then the look on his son’s face brings back a memory he had long ago forgotten. He understands what has caused the open mouth and wide-eyed expression, it’s the same look he once had every time the grandfather (now a great-grandfather) found his stride while preaching the words of Jesus Christ. And when the boy begins babbling like babies do, the father does little to try and silence the sounds. As he sits there surrounded by his wife and family, the father remembers those thoughts of long ago that echo “He’s talking to me!! He’s in front of all these people and yet he’s looking right at me!”

To this the father leans into his son’s ear and says “I know Fred. I’ve been there. Isn’t great-grandpa amazing?”

 

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Boy, I've Been In Your Shoes (Part I)

This one’s going to be a toughie to write, but as is the case with most of my posts the ideas tend to have a life of their own and eventually I have no choice but to put “pen to paper”.

Part I

 There’s this little kid dressed in overalls and navy blue sneakers. His curly hair is blowing in the breeze and he’s squinting just a bit like his father does whenever the sun is burning brightly in the sky. The driveway stretches out in front of him as he sees the man get into the car and buckle his seatbelt. Though he’s too young to understand all the circumstances that have lead to this day, the little boy knows this will be the last time he sees this person for awhile. Immediately he begins flapping his right arm up and down showing off the new trick he’s just perfected.

“Bye Bye” “Bye Bye” he calls out. The man in the car…this man the boy feels a connection too after only spending 4 days with during the past year (2 at a time) waves back and gives one last smile as he pulls away.

The little curly haired boy has a new trick up his sleeve and instinctively he takes off down the driveway, running for the first time. “Bye Bye" "Bye Bye” he keeps saying while flapping the hand in the air and showing his new found speed. He stops just short of the road where he catches one last look at the car as it rounds the corner.

With a smile on his face the boy looks back over his shoulder at his dad who is lagging behind him and hears him take a deep breath then while slowly releasing the pressure inside he says, “I know Fred. I’ve been there too. You will see grandpa again someday I promise”.

 

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