Quint’s Silent Steps

“My phone is still in there,”  Quint said, horrified.

Gwen stared, mimicking the new father’s face, “You. Did. Not.”

“I can save this.  In and out.” Quint was pretty sure of his ability to remain silent.

Gwen’s confidence in him was low, but that was attributable to lack of sleep and caffeine.  “You move like a ninja or you sleep on the couch. Understood?”

Quint nodded and opened the door.

~~~Literally 13 seconds later~~~

“That thing came out of nowhere!” Quint said, placing an ice pack on his knee.

“It’s the changing table, dear.” Gwen said.

The baby was wide awake.

One, Two, uh, Two and a Quarter…

“You had better have your shoes on by the count of three! Get moving!”

The children paid no attention.

“Fine. Let the counting begin!  One.”

The countdown did not start as expected..  The exasperated father had bribed and begged for assistance, but the kids were busy with completely ignoring him.

“Two!”

One child looked up as if a sudden breeze had tickled his neck and he wanted to ensure it was not a spider crawling on him.  The other continued gnawing on a Hot Wheels car.  Neither moved toward their shoes.

Now the father worried.  He had never made it all the way to three before.  Continue reading

My Kid is Spooky

Any house with a resident under three years of age is one of loud noises and exhausted adults.  My tale begins no differently from any such home trying to get standard bed time chores accomplished.  Pajamas, diaper changes, brushed teeth; the whole package.  Standard fair that took a turn for the down right terrifying.

I had a long weekend.  Had to go to work on Saturday with images of Office Space in my mind and accompanied my wife for chaperone duties at her school’s prom, then chased kids on Sunday.  No real chance to catch up on sleep, so this evening I was dragging.  The down side of just barely managing to stay up right is that toddlers sense this weakness.  As no coffee in the world could keep me at top speed, the moment the toddler lost his diaper in that brief time between changes, he ran. Continue reading

Gone Awry

“That was a disaster,” Mark stated the obvious.

“I am so sorry,” Marie apologized for the hundredth time.  For the hundredth time, she laughed through it.

The kids were finally settled down and consuming the second attempt at dinner that evening. Promises of a movie night were the only thing that stopped the screaming of just an hour ago.

“I mean seriously, what was the logic there?” Mark asked

“It was kinda funny.” Marie justified. In time Mark would agree, but it had been a long night.

“You waited for the sandwiches to arrive, to be in front of the hungry and tired children, to tell them that Lazy Cat Deli served cat meat only.” Mark reminded her.

“And now we know they very literal children,” Marie said, happy to have made a discovery.

“We also know we can’t go to Lucky Panda for years. I loved Lucky Panda.” Mark could not hide his sadness.
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Common Conversations with My Toddler

There’s a zombie in my room!

Again? Oh no! What will you do?

I will destroy it!

Wowsa, I need to keep better tabs on your media consumption.

It’s my naughty uncle. 

Your uncle is the zombie?

He was bit by a shark and made into uh zombie. Yeah

Love the enunciation there, big guy.

He’s in my room! I must destroy him.  

Well you go get that zombie, buddy.

*Toddler runs off*

Have I ever let them see a zombie movie? I’m not that bad at this am I?

*from his bedroom* Dad! Your zombie brother got me! Help!

The Eternal Quest Continues

This is the story of the time my youngest son tried to help me make dinner and my eternal quest to not curse in front of the children.

My youngest is a giant among the two and a half year old crowd, but even still he is just shorter than the kitchen counter.  He looooooves the kitchen counter.  The counter holds food both salty and sweet, snackable and meal type alike.  He wanted to see what sort of culinary joy I was a bringing him.  He wanted to see it right. friggin. now.

So he got a stool.  A tiny little stepping stool we picked up at Ikea years ago.  It and I have never had a problem before.

The kid hauls it from the opposite side of the house to the kitchen, pushes me out of the way of the counter and drops it. Continue reading

Sandwiches

“Who wants a turkey sandwich!” Dad shouted with enthusiasm, trying to make lunch an ‘event’ this time around.

“I do!” the children shouted back excitedly.

“Who wants mayo? Pickles? Lettuce? Mustard? Tomato?” Dad fired off options in rapid order.

“All of it! Yeah! Woohoo!” the oldest child screamed, cheering. The youngest echoed his brother’s call.

“You guys got it,” Dad said assembling the sandwiches.  “And they’re ready!” Dad put plates before the kids and lunch was on.

“Dad, I don’t want this,” the oldest said, looking over the plate.  The youngest followed.

“You’re both difficult, you know that?” Dad said.