Good ol' Days
Keep On Rollin'
08/07/08 07:02
We had the ShortThings out riding their bikes for the last two nights and let me say, IT WAS AWESOME! Both of the “Things are still learning to ride and I am learning to be patient and not push too hard for them to “GO BIG OR GO HOME”. After trying to teach THingOne to ski starting at 2.5 yrs old and getting incredibly frustrated with her lack of confidence in her ability (ability, which far exceeded her confidence), I am the model of “chill”. We have a big park just up the road from us that has a 2-lane paved bike path that runs the length of it that is fairly level and the perfect place to practice. It also has a small slope right beside it up to the main field and playground. So when ThingOne, of her own accord announced she was going to push her bike up the hill and ride it down, I was thrilled......and, tried hard not to show it for fear of scaring her off the idea. Needless to say she did it, loved it, and did it again and again until we dragged her home for bedtime. ThingTwo is just old enough to care what her sister is doing and will not be left out, so there she was, riding her bike down the same hill, with the same enthusiasm as her big sister. I almost cried I was so proud.Keep Reading....
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Domesticity and The Mohawk.
05/07/08 22:14
I find myself dragging my heels. Waxing nostalgic about the good old days, when a having a mohawk was something of a spectacle. Not that I ever had one mind you, I was never that brave, and now, when you don’t have to be brave, I have no hair to do it with. Sometimes I long for rebellion, my days are currently filled with the joys of domesticity and the wonders of fatherhood. Rebellion in my life is limited to the “Mutha Sucka” t-shirt ThingTwo wears occasionally and my studded belt that keep my shorts up. I still have a few friends who are not on the kid wagon yet and I hear about their lives occasionally and I have to say, I’m not all that jealous. I don’t miss much from that time in my life, I mean there are moments that I would like to experience again. Events or happpenings that I would like to recreate, but I don’t want the life I had at 25 again. What I do miss is my music. I have a wide and varied taste in music and a lot of it is, perhaps questionable for the young ears following me around day in and day out. Keep Reading....