Last week on Thursday morning, Nickie left at 6am to take a friend of ours to the airport. William's typical time to get started in the morning is between 5:30 and 6:30. I sleep very heavily. To quote one of my favorite movies, if I am asleep, I "wouldn't hear a dump truck driving through a nitro-glycerin plant." You starting to sense where I am going with this?
At approximately 7:20 am, our neighor Debbie, God bless her, comes into the house, yelling, "Jawn, Nickie, we have a prawblem!" (She's from Brooklyn)
Seems that William decided to take his big wheel down the street for a morning ride. Ever the free spirit, he decided to go without any pants on.
Now, the neighbors for about 5-10 houses down on either side know who our kid is, and are not ever surprised by seeing a half-naked kid on a big wheel, eating his morning banana. But William got so far, so fast, that a guy leaving for work all the way around the block, probably 1/4 mile from the house thought this sight was kind of strange. I am sure he was thinking "now there's something you don't see every day."
So he fetches William, starts asking him some questions, to which William responded, "it's time to go to the car wash." That was enough for the good samaritan, who started walking back up our street with William, and happened upon a neighbor who DID in fact know who this kid is. So they start up the street with William toward our house, picking up 2 more neighbors along the way.
By the time they ring the doorbell, there is a small army outside of my house, I am opening the door, still trying to get my pants on, rubbing sleep out of my eyes, trying to catch the license plate of the dump truck.
Long story short, the neighbors familiar with William smile, chuckle, and head for home. Good Samaritan #1 leaves with a very suspicious look on his face, probably thinking he better look up the number to social services.
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Sunday, August 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
There's good stuff too...
As with all things in life, sometimes you realize that you've been in a little bit of a negative mind frame, and you need to change things up a little bit.
I would like to say, for the record, that although William comes with a unique set of very large challenges, the kid is absolutely, unequivocally, without a doubt, hilarious. The gift of humor and entertainment is all about timing and delivery, and this kid is the master of both.
Cases in point:
- In the middle of a meltdown, (again, his, not mine) I asked William if he wanted some cranberry chicken that Nickie had made. He abruptly stopped crying, looked up and said through teary eyes, "delicious berries."
- William just completed potty training, which means that any time I go to the bathroom, I have an audience, exclaiming "Good job, Daddy!"
- He loves to sing happy birthday, and blow out candles. So much so that over the course of an evening, we will light one of those glass jars with a candle in it about 50 times, sing happy birthday, all the kids will clap, and William will blow out the candle and yell "CAKE!" Note: it is not wise to attempt to blow out the candle in order to help him. He will attempt to reciprocate by pushing your head down into the Yankee candle jar until your nose hair burns up.
-He's naked 85% of the time. This is cute when he's running around in the backyard. A little less cute out in the front yard, and not so cute when he's at the top of the climbing structure at House of Bounce.
He doesn't have the same blueprint as the rest of us, but at the end of the day, he's a happy kid, he's a loving kid, and he's certainly loved back. At the end of the day, that's all any of us needs, isn't it?
I would like to say, for the record, that although William comes with a unique set of very large challenges, the kid is absolutely, unequivocally, without a doubt, hilarious. The gift of humor and entertainment is all about timing and delivery, and this kid is the master of both.
Cases in point:
- In the middle of a meltdown, (again, his, not mine) I asked William if he wanted some cranberry chicken that Nickie had made. He abruptly stopped crying, looked up and said through teary eyes, "delicious berries."
- William just completed potty training, which means that any time I go to the bathroom, I have an audience, exclaiming "Good job, Daddy!"
- He loves to sing happy birthday, and blow out candles. So much so that over the course of an evening, we will light one of those glass jars with a candle in it about 50 times, sing happy birthday, all the kids will clap, and William will blow out the candle and yell "CAKE!" Note: it is not wise to attempt to blow out the candle in order to help him. He will attempt to reciprocate by pushing your head down into the Yankee candle jar until your nose hair burns up.
-He's naked 85% of the time. This is cute when he's running around in the backyard. A little less cute out in the front yard, and not so cute when he's at the top of the climbing structure at House of Bounce.
He doesn't have the same blueprint as the rest of us, but at the end of the day, he's a happy kid, he's a loving kid, and he's certainly loved back. At the end of the day, that's all any of us needs, isn't it?
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