Just finishing watching Meet the Robinsons.
When the new family drives off in a 1970’s car. And my 8 year old son shouts, “HEY! That must’ve been in the 1900’s!!! They’re not wearing seatbelts!!!”
I grimace and smile. Em cracks up.
Then he says, “No really. That must’ve been back when you guys were growing up.” (As in way back in the 1900’s.)
I’m not making this up!
This morning I was running around the house almost frantically looking for my watch. I knew I’d had it at the gym but it wasn’t on the bathroom counter where it should be.
I checked everywhere: my wrist (in case I’d put it on), the bathroom (I’d put my glasses back on but why didn’t I put on my watch?), the kitchen (even under the bananas!), the living room (twice), jackets I haven’t worn in a while.
I even pulled up the sleeve of my right wrist to show Emily that it wasn’t there.
I’m now at work. I just started to check today’s date by looking at my watch.
As I saw the date on my watch, I realized I where my watch in my left wrist. Always have. And it’s been there all along.
You know you’re behind on blogs when you go to Google Reader and see that your wife’s blog has 11 unread posts!
Here are some highlights of our family’s enjoyment of the warmth. (We thought it was warm at 50!)
Family picnic (Yep, that snow is still higher than the kids!)
Yard work (Yep, there’s still snow on the ground!)
Cool kids on scooters
First Gifford’s trip
I really love my wife and her writing ability. She’s a great photographer too!
Last week, I had a Star Wars marathon with my padawans. [Em was away on a retreat! 🙂 ]
So we watched all six. Yep, all six.
This was the first time I’ve ever done it, so I wanted to do it right. Can you believe no one in Central Maine sells bathrobes in April?! Unbelievable. Not even the thrift stores.
So thanks to a suggestion from @chadnorman on Twitter, I decided to get fabric at Walmart. A head slit in each made for a fun Jedi costume.
Yep. It was a “cool daddy” weekend.
Quick, can you name the character we were impersonating below? 😉
Last night, our three year old Sof was being an incredible pest to me at dinner. She wouldn’t stop touching me!
Then I realized she was just trying to be funny! So we started having a poking fight at the table.
Em, seizing on this teachable moment, started comparing Sof’s interaction with me to her being a pest to Cale all day. “See, she just wants your attention. She likes you.”
Swelling with pride at how great we were at parenting–both playing at the table and helping increase filial harmony–I chimed in, “That’s it. She just doesn’t know how to express it appropriately all the time.”
A slightly amused but more indignant Cale blurted out, “By hitting me in my groin?!”
The teachable moment came to a screeching halt.
And he’s got a point. That’s just not right.
I chose not to tell him he even has biblical justification for his point.
Next time I might bring a bag of frozen peas to the table. Just in case.