Quote of the Day:
Sometimes I catch her dreamin and wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin along the shore or cruisin oer the broad savannah
I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday shes gonna learn how to fly
Oh that I wont deny
–Little Miss Magic–Jimmy Buffett
Last year for Father’s Day I featured a few things learned from Dad. This year, a day late, I offer a few of the (lesser) things I’ve learned as a Dad.
- I can function on 5-7 hours of sleep, though not nearly as well as I could back in the nights of 10.
- I can get those 5-7 hours on approximately 6 square inches of bed space.
- In my prior life, certain promises to any person were conditional. As a Dad, not so. Example–we ran out of bathtub crayons not long ago. My daughter didn’t understand. So I promised I would get some new ones as soon as possible. The next night she held up the spent crayons and said “we gotta get new ones.” She then repeated this 23 times during the bath. I again promised I would get some new ones as soon as possible. The next day, Wal-mart was out of bathtub crayons. So was Target. I kept driving around town until I found those damn crayons. In my prior life, I would’ve simply given up after Wal-mart and said “I couldn’t find them.” But there was no way I was facing another bath time with the guilt of an unfulfilled oath hanging over the tub.
- The script of Winnie the Pooh.
- The joy of morning “tea.”
- The necessity of pre-dinnertime kitchen dancing.
- The space limitations on my laptop for photos and videos.
- The insufficiency of memory.
- The best time to turn on Sprout.
- And finally, poop happens.
And a belated Father’s Day poll to hopefully make this post a bit more interesting:
Niiiice! Way to be a good Dad, TB! There really seems to be so precious few, but I expect nothing less from you.
Awww, I love the pre-dinner dancing! When I was a little my dad would come home from work every night and spin me around. I remember roughly none of it but there’s a million pictures. To this day I think it’s so sweet. Yay, you!
Hope you had a wonderful Father’s Day weekend!
I always said you would be a great dad – glad to see some of my prognostications come true. Enjoy this precious time because it goes by all too fast and then you are hoping to see that they have logged in on a blog just to make sure they are alive and breathing! That does not happen often but I have used that very tactic in this space. HFD to you.
IR and I used to dance in my kitchen when he was much, much younger. Also sang alot of duets – he would get mad when I sang the boy parts. He was in a carseat at the time so you see how far back that goes somewhere around 1986-1988. I sang to him all the time.
Look at JL, letting her tactics out.
What can I say, I was aware of my role as the masculine voice, despite the lack of puberty at the point in my life.
It truly is the smaller things that we cherish the most. Great list TB
You turned out pretty well I must say. Even with the 80’s music influences that you were subjected to. Thankfully, there was enough other music of various genres around the house.
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Isn’t it funny the difference between the memories we have of our parents and the memories we make as parents?
I remember my dad’s five o’clock shadow scratching my cheeks.
I remember my dad smelling like Aqua Velva, Blue Ice, which I still love the smell of to this day. My earliest memory of him I had to be about age 2 or 3. I can see the pocket of his blue bathrobe and edge of the kitchen counter – he was making me a bottle so I could take it back to bed early in the morning. Anything not to wake my mother up too early – she was not a morning person.
I also remember him flipping my older sister off one night at the dinner table as a joke – Daddy laughed and she cried. I thought it was outstanding!
I will never forget TB’s dad mastering the
rubic’s cube, as i had to take the stickers off
He still fools with it. I asked him once why he didn’t get bored and he said sometimes he does it just as a nervous habit and sometimes he tries to figure out new ways to solve it. We have to replace his stock of cubes about once every couple of years.