THE WONDERS OF BEING THREE YEARS OLD

The Wonder of Being Three Years Old

It never ceases to amaze me how totally a child can believe in magic and the “wonders”  in everyday life. Things as simple as clouds and lightning bugs can send their minds into hours of imaginary play and adventure.

Recently my triplets turned six and had a birthday party. Their grandparents have a custom of bringing a huge bunch of helium balloons to the party and we let them go inside the house to make a jungle of multicolored strings and balloons for the kids to play in. When they leave they all get to take one home.

There are always lots of leftovers for our kids.

The following day the triplets were in school and Matthew, the three year old, was home with me. It wasn’t one of his preschool days. He was in the room with the balloons, having fun, and I got an idea.

“Matthew,” I said. “Let’s play a game.”

“OK!,” he enthusiastically replied.

I told him we were going to play the “Up!” game.

If you haven’t seen the film “Up!” from Pixar/Disney, I would strongly suggest you do. It’s really a great film. The central idea of the film is that an old man, who doesn’t want to go to an old folks home, ties tens of thousands of balloons to his house and floats away on a great adventure.

So, I gathered up all of the balloons from the living room ceiling and bunched them up in a big bouquet, holding them close to where the string tied on to the balloon.

“Now hold onto them real tight,” I told my wide eyed son. “I’ll hold you so that you don’t float away.”

I put my hands around his waist and slowly, but gently, lifted him off the floor, playing around with him to try and mimic the sensation that the balloons were doing it.

As he got higher and closer to our ten foot ceiling he abruptly started screaming, “DON’T LET GO! DON’T LET GO! GET ME DOWN!”

“Matthew! Let go of the balloons! Quick! I’ll catch you!”, I said.

He did and I dropped him a bit and caught him. He clutched me hard as we watched the balloons float to the ceiling and spread out across the room.

As I put him down on the floor he looked up at me and said,” Woh…that was close. Good thing we weren’t outside.”

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A Family Conversation In the Car

A Family Conversation In the Car

I recently drove home with the family in our minivan and the following conversation took place.

Son Joseph in the back, “Rose farted!”

Son Michael sitting toward the front, “I smell French Fries”.

Daughter Rose sitting in the back next to Joseph, “Hey dad! Mom and I went to lunch today after shopping, guess what I had?”

“Oh, ummmmmm …..French Fries?!, ” I asked.

“HEY!…How did you know?”

“Oh…Just a guess.” As my wife and I rolled down our windows.

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WHAT NOT TO SAY

Wow, it’s been one whole month since I last posted. That’s a record. It’s real easy to let life get in the way and upset your routine. Anyway, a lot has happened and I’m not just referring to the holidays. I’ll start with the most recent .

WHAT NOT TO SAY

Last Tuesday I was sitting at my computer, working, my three year old son Matthew was playing games on his computer, when I got a phone call. It was the triplet’s school nurse and they told me that Rose was in the office complaining that her shoulder hurt.

“What happened?”, I asked.

They said that she fell off of one of the playground equipment setups they have. She landed on her shoulder.

“Was she OK?”

She couldn’t see anything, not even a bruise. The playground is covered with that really squishy kind of rubber so that must’ve absorbed a lot of the impact. They checked for a concussion, she seemed to be OK.

“Send her back to class,” I said.

I didn’t think anything of it. Their days are only till noon so I’d pick her up in an hour anyway. Fifteen minutes later I got another call.

“Rose was lethargic and still complaining about her shoulder,” said the voice on the phone.

“I’ll be right there.”

So, I packed up Matthew and drove to the school. I met Rose’s teacher on the way in and she told me that she insisted on calling me back because she saw Rose take the fall. Rose fell head first and, at the last minute, tucked her head so that her shoulder took the full force of her fall.

“How far did she fall?”, I asked. Up until that point I thought it had been off of something close to the ground. I was wrong. She fell off of one of the high climbing setups that they have.  It wasn’t a slide down a ladder or, trip and fall, type of deal. It was a full blown swan dive onto the playground floor!

I found Rose sitting in the office, with her brothers,  waiting for me. I signed the form for early release and we all immediately went to Urgent Care. Rose couldn’t even hold her shoulder up level. It was very obvious something was wrong.

But she wasn’t complaining about any severe pain. She just said it ached.

We got in to see a pediatrician, he did a couple of tests on her and then sent us off to Radiology.  Rose didn’t even whimper or anything. She just followed orders , droopy left shoulder and all. The clinic has a really hi-tech setup. All the X-Ray equipment is digital and the results are instant, no film anymore.

So the radiologist invited us in to the control room to see the pictures of Rose’s bones, we all huddled around the screen, up came the picture and there it was; a shot of a beautifully clean break in my daughter’s Clavicle.

“Oh my God,” I say without thinking. “She did break it!”

What an idiot I was. As soon as she heard the word break, her face contorted into an expression of shock, fear and pain and she started balling her head off! She was inconsolable! I couldn’t turn off the tap!

By the time we got her home, arm in a sling, she was still blubbering.

What really shocked me was that the Doctor only put her arm in a sling. He said that they don’t do casts for that kind of break anymore. All they do is try and keep it immobilized and the bones would mend very fast.

“For every 6 weeks it takes an adult to heal, a child only needs about two”, he said.

What a miracle the human body is.

Anyway, Rose settled into her role as an “injured Sparrow” very quickly and started receiving cards and gifts from friends and relatives almost immediately.

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What My Son Michael Thinks I Look Like

Michael Draws Daddy

This is the latest piece of artwork from Michael. It's my portrait. He has captured the true essence of me. Michael Draws Daddy

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How Old Are You?

How Old Are You?

Today I got the worst complement / insult a guy can get. I was doing my workout in the gym this morning and my workout partner says, “You know, you’re in pretty good shape, ” (here it comes), “for a guy your age.”

I stopped and glared into his twenty something face. “How old do you think I am?”,  I asked. I think it was then he realized I was a little peeved.

Now I don’t normally ask that stupid question. I hate it when people do it to me.  If someone really young asks that question I feel like I have to add five years to their age because they obviously want to be older. And if someone older says that I feel obliged to knock off five to ten years just to cover my ass.

“Oh I don’t know”, he fumbled, “How old are you?”

“I’m going to be fifty in a few months,” I replied.

“Wow!”, he said; meaning I was older than he at first thought.

I guess I’m getting touchy about the subject lately because I’m noticing it more and more.  I get junk mail from AARP now. I don’t even know how I got on their mailing list. I’m looking at the age requirements for the senior menus every time I go to a restaurant and I have to wear reading glasses.

They say, whoever “they” are, that fifty is the new forty, or something close to that bullshit. That’s just crap to make the Boomers feel better about themselves. It isn’t true. Fifty is still fifty.

And speaking of the Boomers. I get really pissed at always being lumped into that category. Whoever makes those decisions about what generation a person was born into KEEPS MOVING THE DATELINE! When I was a kid I don’t remember being included into the Boomer generation. My folks were kids during WWII they didn’t fight in the war. I had nothing to do with the 50′s and the 60′s as a teenager. I hated the Hippies and the whole 60′s mystique. I think it’s a total lode. AND, when I was in my prime as a teenager I was listening to Punk Rock and New Wave. To say that anyone in their youthful prime during the Reagan administration is a Baby Boomer is ridiculous.

Why people try and pigeon hole everyone is crazy in the first place. Advertising does it all the time. We are the ones with the money yet we aren’t considered a market. I get discriminated against in my field because of my age, but I’m the one with all of the experience and know how. Technology fields are brutal because the HR departments and hiring managers mistakenly think that the young guys are the ones that are up on all of the latest tech and cheaper to employ. Even if that were true, which it isn’t, the majority of businesses are still running legacy computer systems some of which are almost twenty years old. Banks and DOD companies are notorious for that.

If you doubt it then why are all the computer training schools still teaching XP for certification? XP came out in 2001. XP isn’t even supported by Microsoft anymore.  It’s because most businesses still use it as their networking system. To change over to Seven you need new computers and servers and software and people and a whole mess of other crap.

Yeah this is a touchy subject for me. But, I will enjoy the discounts when I’m old enough to get them. I usually like what’s on the Senior’s menu better anyway.

And I am looking forward to the day when I’ll be that cranky old man that screams, “GET OFF MY LAWN YOU LITTLE BASTARDS!” , and turns the sprinklers on them.

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Another Rant About Time

Another Rant About Time

I swear to God! Someone or something is messing with the Space Time Continuum! I wrote my last post on October 6th, blinked and it’s now the 26th! WTF! I was just getting my kids hyped up for Halloween and BAM! it’s already here.  After Sunday we are now facing the trifecta of major holidays; Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. Where is the time going?

This subject is becoming a major mind screw for me.  I know there are a lot of theories about why time seems to go faster. The number one being that as you age, you acquire more responsibilities, you have kids, blah, blah, blah… I was at a dinner last Sunday with my in-laws and I talked about it with Grampa Bill. He said the last twenty years just went by in a blink. I pointed out that, based on the previously mentioned theory, his time should have slowed because he really didn’t have any of the major factors mentioned. Yet, he still said that they were the fastest of all the years he lived.  I had the same conversation with a couple of other old guys and they said the same damn thing.

WHY!? Why is it that time is accelerating so fast? Someone PLEASE tell me cuz I’m going NUTS about it. Is it just simple Mathematics? When you’re 5 years old one year is 1/5th of your life so a year will obviously feel longer than when your 80 years old and one year is 1/80th of your life.

One contradiction to this mathematical explanation is the theory of the Slowing of Time when you let an old person tell a story, explain something to you, drive behind them, let them tell you about their failing health or ask directions. No, wait, it supports the theory because if they are caught inside some bubble and time is racing faster PAST them, then, to them their rambling is at normal speed. WE, not being in their bubble, see it as slow…

I think this growing madness is a direct result of all the illegal drugs I consumed in my youth. Maybe I can find the answer on Late Night Radio. George Noory on Coast to Coast AM should have the answer.

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