Sunday, October 09, 2005

Love, screaming, poop and recue heroes...

Well what an interesting thing parenting is. You all may not relate to what I am about to write about but this is my life so here is a glimpse...

The boys have been super cool lately when i get home from work. The other day, I got home from work and what did I find in the driveway but the words "We Love Daddy" in the driveway written in sidewalk chalk. Now I know that Erin really wrote it but the boys helped to color it and that really made my day after coming home from work. They have also started a new tradition when I come in the door at the end of the day. When I walk in, I hear two little voices shout "Daddy's Home!" and they come running to give me a huge hug. It makes me look forward to coming home EVERY day.

Now, before you go getting all of those warm and fuzzy feelings and thinking how great it would be to have kids of your own, let me relay another story about one of my children. While I type this Micah is climbing on me handing me the mouse from the computer the boys play with screaming at the top of his lungs wanting me to get it to work while it boots up. This makes it very difficult to type. Elijah is running around the room feeding me lines to say that work into his imaginary world he is living in right now. "Daddy, say Way to go George. Say, bye George Shrinks. thanks for finding my dog. Say, way to go Jake Justice. Say...." I think you get the point. Terribly difficult to concentrate on what I am trying to write. I am not a multi-tasker!

Back to the story to keep the warm and fuzzies away. I was standing in the kitchen about to make some lunch. I had just brought Micah in from outside and he was playing in the living room. He came to me in the kitchen with his arm reached out toward me. I saw something brown on his hands and assumed he had gotten into some dirt outside and wanted it off of his hands. I touched it to test the consistency and it felt a little like mud. I took a wash cloth and started cleaning it off. i saw some on the other hand. I then had a thought that struck terror in my heart.

What if this isn't dirt?

I took his hand and smelled it. It wasn't dirt.

I'll let you figure out what it was as I finished washing his hands, changed his diaper and then REALLY washed my hands. Welcome to parenthood! I LOVE MY KIDS!!

Anyway, I need to get back to being Dad and play some imaginary Rescue Heroes. Billy Blazes to the rescue!!!

Wipe on, friends! (just try to use toilet paper)
Eric (aka...Billy Blazes)

1 comment:

Kim and Joel said...

Well, rescue heroes can be dad's too! It sounds like every day is a fun and interesting time in your lives. Although we don't have kids, I can "feel" your pain with the poop thing. Working in pediatrics I deal with poop, vomit, etc... Life wouldn't be quite as interesting without some kid fluids every once in a while. ANyway, it sounds like you two are doing great at parenting (as if there was any question!)

Simile Metaphor Collection

Elijah after running: My heart is beating like a coconut rolling down a hill.
Elijah on urination: Pee is like horses galloping out of the gate. Once they get started you just can't stop them.
Elijah: If school were a human I'd give it a wedgie.
Elijah: I am like a hot rod and I just want to be a plain old Ford
Elijah on the fruits of the spirit: I've got them all covered except self-control. Its like a tiny green tomato and the rest are all big ripe ones. Especially love. Its like the biggest tomato we saw in the garden tonight.