Seeing red, red toes, and rednecks...
As it was for many people, yesterday was a long day. I don't really know why. It seemed to be one thing after another, and I hate to constantly fend off my inner demon (the one Eric refers to as "Turretts"). For the most part I was successful, but only because I refused to open my mouth to say anything. If you don't have something good to say, then don't...you get the idea...
Fortunately, the day ended pretty well. Band practice was short and sweet. Food at Logan's was good. Talked to my bro on the phone a bit after I got home.
My 2 1/2 year old is now incredibly accident prone. Smack...busts her teeth on her bedrail. Bonk...falls nose first into the side of her wagon while riding in it, causing a nosebleed (and the unavoidable screaming a child creates at the sight of blood. 2 days ago...bong again...as she trips over her own feet in the kitchen and gives herself a quarter-sized knot on her forehead.
If you or me trip and fall, it's because of stupidity. But for her, it's because her legs are longer than they were just a month ago. Being taller, she can now hit her head on things like...tabletops...that she couldn't reach before. I knew this day would come, but I was wallowing in the eutopia of having such a well-behaved child, that I'm struggling with this now.
On top of this, she's picked at dry skin on her feet so bad that it's become painful and very red (or "orange," as Kailyn refers to it).
Such are the makings of long days. And we're adding another child to this mix?? Heh...(I laugh to console myself...)
...
On a side note, there was a flock of loud, heavy-drinking, almost caricature-like rednecks a couple of tables over from us at Logan's. Usually, I think the art on the wall at Logan's depicting rednecks hooting, hollerin', and being jackasses is just for humorous illustration purposes. But last night, you couldn't tell where the art ended and the real people began.
Am I being too tough? I doubt it. I'm sitting at a table with 2 asian guys, my wife, and my kid, listening to these guys cuss (loud enough for all kids in earshot to hear), tell racist-driven jokes (one particularly targeting Japanese people), and carry on loud racial overtone-laden conversations...
And here I am, actually hoping the people they scrounge up for Jerry Springer shows are really just actors...
I can only hope I just 'mis-heard' what they were saying...but I'm not that naive.
Fortunately, the day ended pretty well. Band practice was short and sweet. Food at Logan's was good. Talked to my bro on the phone a bit after I got home.
My 2 1/2 year old is now incredibly accident prone. Smack...busts her teeth on her bedrail. Bonk...falls nose first into the side of her wagon while riding in it, causing a nosebleed (and the unavoidable screaming a child creates at the sight of blood. 2 days ago...bong again...as she trips over her own feet in the kitchen and gives herself a quarter-sized knot on her forehead.
If you or me trip and fall, it's because of stupidity. But for her, it's because her legs are longer than they were just a month ago. Being taller, she can now hit her head on things like...tabletops...that she couldn't reach before. I knew this day would come, but I was wallowing in the eutopia of having such a well-behaved child, that I'm struggling with this now.
On top of this, she's picked at dry skin on her feet so bad that it's become painful and very red (or "orange," as Kailyn refers to it).
Such are the makings of long days. And we're adding another child to this mix?? Heh...(I laugh to console myself...)
...
On a side note, there was a flock of loud, heavy-drinking, almost caricature-like rednecks a couple of tables over from us at Logan's. Usually, I think the art on the wall at Logan's depicting rednecks hooting, hollerin', and being jackasses is just for humorous illustration purposes. But last night, you couldn't tell where the art ended and the real people began.
Am I being too tough? I doubt it. I'm sitting at a table with 2 asian guys, my wife, and my kid, listening to these guys cuss (loud enough for all kids in earshot to hear), tell racist-driven jokes (one particularly targeting Japanese people), and carry on loud racial overtone-laden conversations...
And here I am, actually hoping the people they scrounge up for Jerry Springer shows are really just actors...
I can only hope I just 'mis-heard' what they were saying...but I'm not that naive.
1 Comments:
Just wanted to offer a bit of encouragement.
When Heidi was about Kailyn's age, she fell out of a buggy at walmart. Smack landed on top of her head. We rushed to the emergency room. By the time I got there, she was singing Jesus loves me as loud as she could. That was one of many stories that I could tell you. I just wanted to say. Never forget that she is just a child. With Holly, she was so wonderful as a little kid, that we forgot that sometimes. Even through this awkward phase, try to enjoy every minute beause she will be 10 before you know it.
Post a Comment
<< Home