Spousal Anomaly
In the course of one hour yesterday, we discovered: a plumbing project of mine I thought I had accomplished last fall has instead leaked into three rooms and caused untold thousands of dollars worth of damage; a bowl I cleverly crammed into the cupboard at an angle to get it to fit fell and broke when my wife opened the door; and I pinched my little boy's finger in the lid to the dog food container.
So it's a wonder that anyone was willing to acknowledge me on Father's Day.
But I was festooned with lovely presents from wife, son, and father, and got to spend the morning at the National Zoo looking at the National Pandas, Elephants, and little mole rat looking mini aardvark dealies. My dad was then nice enough to sacrifice his afternoon and knees to help put back together our house that has been sitting in other parts of the house and garage for the better part of two months now. Ever worry that your foyer is too small? Stick an entertainment center in it for a month, and then take it away. It's HUGE! You'll see.
I have to think that being a father would have been cool anyway, but Ryan is just such an amazing kid. Happy 98% of the time, as Ainsley told the plumber (see line 1 above), friendly, fun to be around, well-behaved... it's uncanny how lucky we are. Ainsley has commented on how she's had him around other kids who are just night and day to him; getting into stuff, screaming, crying, disobeying. Last night we were at a friend's for dinner, and they have a son who's two months older than Ryan. We were all hanging out in the big huge playroom, and whatever Ryan wanted to play with, the other kid just butted right in, like Griffin does when I'm petting one of the other dogs. And Ryan just simply let him take whatever he had been playing with and went to something else. After the twenty-third time, Ryan got a furrowed brow, as if to say, "Look, what do I have to DO to please you, man?" but never went ballistic. They ended the night dancing, clapping, and trying to snap fingers to a silly Elmo song, so all was good.
Ryan can also count all the way up to two. Though he usually starts with "Two." And his "one" sounds an awful lot like "Juan." But we still find him awesome.
So it's a wonder that anyone was willing to acknowledge me on Father's Day.
But I was festooned with lovely presents from wife, son, and father, and got to spend the morning at the National Zoo looking at the National Pandas, Elephants, and little mole rat looking mini aardvark dealies. My dad was then nice enough to sacrifice his afternoon and knees to help put back together our house that has been sitting in other parts of the house and garage for the better part of two months now. Ever worry that your foyer is too small? Stick an entertainment center in it for a month, and then take it away. It's HUGE! You'll see.
I have to think that being a father would have been cool anyway, but Ryan is just such an amazing kid. Happy 98% of the time, as Ainsley told the plumber (see line 1 above), friendly, fun to be around, well-behaved... it's uncanny how lucky we are. Ainsley has commented on how she's had him around other kids who are just night and day to him; getting into stuff, screaming, crying, disobeying. Last night we were at a friend's for dinner, and they have a son who's two months older than Ryan. We were all hanging out in the big huge playroom, and whatever Ryan wanted to play with, the other kid just butted right in, like Griffin does when I'm petting one of the other dogs. And Ryan just simply let him take whatever he had been playing with and went to something else. After the twenty-third time, Ryan got a furrowed brow, as if to say, "Look, what do I have to DO to please you, man?" but never went ballistic. They ended the night dancing, clapping, and trying to snap fingers to a silly Elmo song, so all was good.
Ryan can also count all the way up to two. Though he usually starts with "Two." And his "one" sounds an awful lot like "Juan." But we still find him awesome.
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