as good as it gets
Hi everyone,
We just wrapped up a weekend that, for any red-blooded American 2-year-old boy was as good as it gets. I almost don't even know where to start? How about a little running diary like ESPN's Sports Guy likes to do during particularly big events. You may want to go to the kitchen for a snack and some juice because this is going to be a long one.
Friday night
bedtime: Dad tells me to come in and wake him up in the morning. This is much different than my usual routine of going into mom and dad's room, completely ignore dad and head over to wake up my mom. Dad has never really complained much about this routine, but the deal was to get him at 6 on saturday morning.
Saturday Morning
6:30am - Wake up dad, watch a little TV.
7:00 - Kick and scream and have general hysterics about getting ready to go out. (note: this is my normal routine now that I find adds a little spice to normally boring activities like having your pants changed or really any events that involve transition)
7:20 - Now that I have daytime clothes on, head out to breakfast with dad
7:45 - After a nice brisk walk we arrive at the breakfast place.
7:52 - Order pancakes and hot cocoa with whipped cream. Spill a bunch of it
7:59 - Eat two bites of my pancakes, then mooch half of dad's omelette and toast
8:04 - Go the local bakery to get mom something for breakfast
8:25 - On the way home, we start to notice lots and lots of army men all over the streets. Then things get very cool as I notice hummers, cannons, other army trucks and horses all over the town common. Want to stay, but dad says we need to go get mom and show her all the action.
8:37 - Get home, mom is still sleeping. Wake her up and tell her all about the cool army stuff going on and that we need to get right back down there.
9:35 - Back at the park now. It turns out that they're having a special ceremony (dad just taught me that phrase) to commemorate Salem's first muster of troops for the Revolutionary War. Then we also learn that they're sending some of these army guys off to war and this ceremony is also for them. Dad gets a little emotional as he starts to notice some moms and little kids who seem to be losing their husband/dads for a tour of duty.
9:40 - Dad is starting to verbally hope that none of those 'idiots from that Baptist church in east bumhole' (those are dad's words, not mine. I don't know what an idiot or a bumhole is. For that matter, I'm not real clear on Baptists either) don't show up to protest this event. He really doesn't want to have any confrontations in front of me on this beautiful spring day.
9:45 - Dad's fears are put to rest as those cool Patriot Guard biker guys are starting to show up by the dozens. They tend to keep the peace at these events. Dad is trying to teach me a little irony and says this is perfect; bikers keeping peace and Baptists creating problems. Here's their page if you're unfamiliar. http://www.patriotguard.org/ By the way, for those of you whose first amendment radars are going off, dad said he's not against free speech. In fact he appreciates how easily it is these days to figure out who the idiots are.
9:46 - Noon - Run around the park, watch the cool events, run around some more
The rest of the day - I don't remember much after that but there was a nap and some other stuff.
Sunday
9:00 - 11:10 - Church, Lunch
12:50 - We arrive in the Big City for "Touch a Truck Day" with some friends. I got to touch, sit on and generally admire the following vehicles: Fire truck, roller, paver, cement mixer, 2 Big Rigs with the word "Teamsters" local something or other, mini-digger, and a coast guard boat.
2:00 - Spend the rest of the afternoon walking from park to park in the City. I took one huge spill off of a jungle gym. But guess what, the craziest thing...the playgrounds in the city are paved with this rubber stuff. It didn't even hurt. Awesome.
4:00 - Then I had some food, and went home for bed.
That's about it. Here's some pics starting with the Patriot Guard.
We just wrapped up a weekend that, for any red-blooded American 2-year-old boy was as good as it gets. I almost don't even know where to start? How about a little running diary like ESPN's Sports Guy likes to do during particularly big events. You may want to go to the kitchen for a snack and some juice because this is going to be a long one.
Friday night
bedtime: Dad tells me to come in and wake him up in the morning. This is much different than my usual routine of going into mom and dad's room, completely ignore dad and head over to wake up my mom. Dad has never really complained much about this routine, but the deal was to get him at 6 on saturday morning.
Saturday Morning
6:30am - Wake up dad, watch a little TV.
7:00 - Kick and scream and have general hysterics about getting ready to go out. (note: this is my normal routine now that I find adds a little spice to normally boring activities like having your pants changed or really any events that involve transition)
7:20 - Now that I have daytime clothes on, head out to breakfast with dad
7:45 - After a nice brisk walk we arrive at the breakfast place.
7:52 - Order pancakes and hot cocoa with whipped cream. Spill a bunch of it
7:59 - Eat two bites of my pancakes, then mooch half of dad's omelette and toast
8:04 - Go the local bakery to get mom something for breakfast
8:25 - On the way home, we start to notice lots and lots of army men all over the streets. Then things get very cool as I notice hummers, cannons, other army trucks and horses all over the town common. Want to stay, but dad says we need to go get mom and show her all the action.
8:37 - Get home, mom is still sleeping. Wake her up and tell her all about the cool army stuff going on and that we need to get right back down there.
9:35 - Back at the park now. It turns out that they're having a special ceremony (dad just taught me that phrase) to commemorate Salem's first muster of troops for the Revolutionary War. Then we also learn that they're sending some of these army guys off to war and this ceremony is also for them. Dad gets a little emotional as he starts to notice some moms and little kids who seem to be losing their husband/dads for a tour of duty.
9:40 - Dad is starting to verbally hope that none of those 'idiots from that Baptist church in east bumhole' (those are dad's words, not mine. I don't know what an idiot or a bumhole is. For that matter, I'm not real clear on Baptists either) don't show up to protest this event. He really doesn't want to have any confrontations in front of me on this beautiful spring day.
9:45 - Dad's fears are put to rest as those cool Patriot Guard biker guys are starting to show up by the dozens. They tend to keep the peace at these events. Dad is trying to teach me a little irony and says this is perfect; bikers keeping peace and Baptists creating problems. Here's their page if you're unfamiliar. http://www.patriotguard.org/ By the way, for those of you whose first amendment radars are going off, dad said he's not against free speech. In fact he appreciates how easily it is these days to figure out who the idiots are.
9:46 - Noon - Run around the park, watch the cool events, run around some more
The rest of the day - I don't remember much after that but there was a nap and some other stuff.
Sunday
9:00 - 11:10 - Church, Lunch
12:50 - We arrive in the Big City for "Touch a Truck Day" with some friends. I got to touch, sit on and generally admire the following vehicles: Fire truck, roller, paver, cement mixer, 2 Big Rigs with the word "Teamsters" local something or other, mini-digger, and a coast guard boat.
2:00 - Spend the rest of the afternoon walking from park to park in the City. I took one huge spill off of a jungle gym. But guess what, the craziest thing...the playgrounds in the city are paved with this rubber stuff. It didn't even hurt. Awesome.
4:00 - Then I had some food, and went home for bed.
That's about it. Here's some pics starting with the Patriot Guard.
Mini-digger
Running in circles playing air guitar and singing my song about eels swimming in the ocean. You probably haven't heard it. I wrote it.
Soldiers being sent to war
soldiers not being sent to war
just my mom and me
Well you made it through a marathon entry. Fortunately for you I probably won't find the time to post again for at least a week so you'll have time to recover.
Well you made it through a marathon entry. Fortunately for you I probably won't find the time to post again for at least a week so you'll have time to recover.
Later
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