It started out to be a normal day. Was getting ready for work when the Petite Filet called and said the Cutlet had injured himself at school. He was sitting in a chair and it apparently tipped forward, he hit his chin on the table and bit between his bottom lip and chin with his two front teeth. He was a trooper, but through it all the doctor said to come on in and see how bad it was.
It wasn't bad. We took him to the doc and it was quite anticlimactic. Treatment: little bit o' peroxide to clean it, and that's all. I stayed home with him through the afternoon so he could rest. But really we ended up sweeping the driveway and taking down the old nasty ceiling fan in the kitchen. So much for rest.
Here are some reasons it's cool to have a son like the Cutlet:
• He is tough. Apparently after his little incident he hardly cried. After some pain medicine and a popsicle he was hopping all over the place and laughing.
• Like I've mentioned before, he is absolutely 100 percent wired for fun. While it was a little annoying at the time, it was kind of funny to watch him climb in and out of cars at the dealership. He was totally enthralled. Slammed door? That's entertainment!
• Nifty that at times he looks like me, other times he looks like the PF.
• Awesome that he's so excited about the impending arrival of Kid No. 2. No doubt the reality won't be as pleasant for him at first, but he's going to be a super big brother.
• We love him so much (as we do our unborn son) that we shed our inhibitions and bought a minivan because it's safe and comfortable for wee ones. Lots of air bags and other safety features! Guess it was only a matter of time seeing as I drive a station wagon.
• I'm not worthy of it, but my heart swells because I'm somebody's hero. If you don't have any idea what it feels like, go adopt a dog from an animal shelter. That isn't quite parenthood, but it'll give you a taste. (The dog we adopted also sees me as a hero, but tries to molest me at the oddest times).
• Car toys everywhere. And the Petite Filet thinks I'm actually buying them for the Cutlet.
Yo, Cars comes out on DVD Tuesday (tomorrow).
Company used to come in the door and find my dad in front of the cartoons on Saturday. The kids like to watch it, he'd explain. Even when we were all being busy teenagers. Come the day offspring are all on their own? No matter. Just a smile and a shrug when teased about walking in to find just him and the Flintstones in the living room.
Being a parent has so many rewarding moments. My oldest son still remembers him sitting in the bathtub and me reading Bambi to him (one chapter a night). I think he was about 3 years old. We had such fun as he grew up. Actually, we still have fun.
Enjoy.
The only thing that's better than your own children are grandkids. I didn't think it could get any better but sure enough it did. Little mini version of me and her moma and I don't have to be the responsible one. You want coffee? sure, here's a sip. now go home to moma with your hyper self....heh!
I'm not too over the top with it, but I do know my grand daughter gets to do stuff I never let my daughter do. She can sleep with me if she wants. She can stay up till 2 am if she wants. Just the little stuff that would drive me nuts as a parent, but as a grandma... what's the big deal, you're only young once. I have to be careful that I don't make her mom mad with my permissiveness.
I think it's so cool that kids can "morph." One minute, they look like you and the next, they remind you of the spouse or maybe even the in-laws. Expressions can change the whole appearance.
That is too sweet for words! I can't wait to have kids.
i understand the car toys thing. this is why i want a girl. i want barbie back in my life.
Hey, T-Bone! I'm so glad to hear there's a little Sirloin Tip on the grill! As you might have seen on Hip Momma's blog, Joseph and I had our little Side Kick arrive last month! It's a lot more fun than I thought it would be, parenthood, that is. For all the reasons you mentioned, but I can't vouch for the looking like you part. Joseph cloned Side Kick. I'm thinking of getting a maternity test, to make sure she's mine. ;-)