Tuesday, October 19, 2010

What to Say?

So I'm having a very difficult time at work right now.

And, of course, it's my family that sees me through those times, with their unwaivering love, laughter, and the just plain funny stuff that kids say.

Bab-E Brother has yet to crack his first joke, but his talky-squawky baby babble is just so darn cute it melts your heart.

Mom-E and I had lunch together on what has been the worst day so far. My favorite thing about having lunch with her is that we can't help but make each other laugh, no matter how much things uck-say. And we have this weired "unified mind" thing where we both think of the same thing simultaneously. I know that to all of you the fact that carrots you peel and cut yourself taste better than the pre-packaged peeled mini-carrots probably means nothing to you, but when Mom-E and I simultaneously arrive at that conclusion, it's kinda funny and you know you married the right person.

Between our conversations in the bathroom getting ready in the morning and our lunchtime rambles about whether you can lick cupcake off of a pipe cleaner, you'd think we were stand-ups. Very bad stand-ps.

Litte Brother remains his usual hysterical self. The other morning I picked him up out of bed and escorted him to his closet to help pick out clothes. He started to look and then said:

"Dad-E, I can't pick a shirt right now. I think something is going to come out of my butt." (He thought he had to #2, but ended up only doing #1, although he uses "butt" to refer to both). That's my boy.

And not to be outdone, Big Brother came rushing into our room at about 1:45 the other morning, and pleaded me to tuck him back into bed. Apparently he had a nightmare.

Initially, he didn't want to talk about it, but as I covered him up, I asked again, "what happened in your dream?"

He replied:
"I was being chased by bad guys...





...on Bad Guy Island."

I managed to comfort him before letting the giggle slip as I walked back down the hall.

I also managed to avoid asking him why he traveled there if they put all of the bad guys on an island. Of course, the answer is he inherited his Mom-E's "weird dream gene."

Thanks boys and Mom-E, I love ya, ya keep me going.

As does ice cream. Lots and lots of ice cream.

See you on Fatherhood Friday,


P.S. I was named "runner-up" in the dad-blogs.com "Mentally Sexy Dad" Contest. Apparently, however, I still qualify for the World Competition now.


  1. I enjoyed this post, and tried to keep my laughter to a whisper b/c little cousin is finally napping after our second attempt today. Congrats on "runner-up".....that's awesome! You're more than just a runner-up to us! love, aunt-e

  2. 1. I'm sorry you are having a rough time right now. Please tell me about it this weekend.
    2. The boys are just hilarious!
    3. Yes..you married the right girl..you and Mom-E are perfect together!
    4. Bab-E Brother will be joining in the fun very soon..after all..he is "talking" now and you will be posting about his funny anecdotes very soon.
    5. See you Sat. You and Mom-E will do well on your half marathons.

  3. Congrats!

    Bad guy island must have been scary.

    And when it comes to #2's false alarms are better than no alarm, right?

  4. I'm sorry to hear things are tough for you at work, but keep trying to stay positive and draw strength from your awesome family, the things kids say are hilarious sometimes.
    I told my daughter I couldn't buy her something because I didn't have any money and you know what her response was?
    "Maybe grandma has some money?" ?!?!?! Sometimes its what keeps us going!