I introduced him to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon (90’s version, of course), and now he won’t stop singing “Teenage nin-nane Ninja Turtles!” (The only verse he knows) while swinging a rubber band cord.
For the first year or so of My Daughter’s life, we had her convinced that rice cakes were cookies. Thanks to Our Daycare Provider and her grandmother (both of whom can bake way too well), we had no such luck with #2. But Oedipus –now he is convinced.
Look at him, he thinks he is getting away with murder.
*My eldest, thinking she is big shit after beating Super Mario Brothers Wii…
Me: Let’s see how great you are with the original Mario Brothers…
You have to go one at a time?
Wait, 3 lives and you start over?
I have to do all of that again?
Wait, you can’t go backwards?
What are the other powers (there are none)?
There is no ice power?
You can’t fly?
Why is he so blocky?
How’d you get in that secret area?
How do you know all this?
What the heck! Why did the mushroom go the other way?
I don’t like this.
One of my fondest memories is when my dad brought home a remote control ‘57 Chevy (not one of those cheep ones with the cord attached that only turned left. No). That car could fit a GI Joe action figure inside.
Man was that thing fast!
It was only natural that my sons should have one, right?
Presenting my..er..my son’s first RC.
Tear. This is why I had sons.
2004-2005: “I would love nothing more than to be married to you!”
2006-2013: “I would love nothing more than for you to go to the gym.”
2004-2005: I love the smell of your cologne.”
2006-2013: “YOU STINK!”
2004-2005: “What do you want to talk about.”
2006-2013: “Isn’t there something heavy you could be lifting? I have shows to watch!”
Guys, don’t act like I am the only one.
On my road trip to and from Iowa with My Oldest, I found out:
She is a fierce competitor, but does not have as much self-confidence as she puts out.
She runs like the wind, but has the running form of Popeye.
She does whatever is in her power to impress me and is upset with herself when I am not happy (even if it is not about her).
She is very funny, but she sucks at telling jokes.
She is kind.
She has a non-chalant attitude, but cares about other’s opinions.
She screams for independence but wants me right by her side.
She is very book smart, yet very gullible.
She loses everything. Usually, it is right in front of her.
She is very tall for her age and has huge feet, which is why people are surprised when they discover her age.
With all of my deadlines for work and school, I had barely noticed how she is becoming her own person. This is happening way too quickly!
I DID IT! I FINALLY DID IT! I tired him out! Hell Yeah!
Now I am trying to figure out if I should put him to bed, or give him a taste of his own medicine and annoyingly keep him awake…
THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!