Luke wants to know why he can’t explode a potato in the microwave. He then asked Ethan, What is the age when your parents are no longer in charge of you? Ethan answered, “Twenty-three, but you won’t want to do that then. You will have responsibility. We need to do it now.”
Context for non-family: These are little kids, 10 and 7.
Ugh, It’s Adrienne Day and I am on a business trip. I woke up early with the intention of making breakfast before I left for the airport, but I realized 2 things:
- Adrienne was not going to think it was a treat to be woken up to eat breakfast at 6am.
- If I tried to make breakfast I was going to miss my flight.
I have to be honest, this Adrienne day snuck up on me. Things have been a little bit absolutely insane lately and I didn’t plan for this like I should have. She should have woken up to breakfast in bed and had flowers delivered, and found a present waiting for her that I had bought weeks ago. None of that happened. Instead I got on a plane. I got on the same plane twice actually because they found a “suspicious object” and had to take us all off, do a full security sweep of the plane, and then re-board us. My bet is they found a spork on the floor and TSA swooped in to handle the situation. So I got on a plane on Adrienne day, flew a couple states away and worked all day. In fact, I am still sitting at my desk.
Adrienne, I am sure, woke up and made breakfast for the kids. Made lunch for Reese, helped him get ready for his early morning Spanish class, and dropped him off. I bet she came home and read with the girls a bit, did some chores around the house, made them lunch, got them ready for and took them to gymnastics. She probably ran some errands, did some more things around the house, made dinner for kids and is getting them ready for bed soon. A pretty normal boring day.
I wish I had made the day special for her. We will have a raincheck and I promise I’ll make it up to her.
Now, all that said, I really like our not too exciting days. Last night I was walking towards the dining room for dinner and there was this perfect image, framed through the doorway, lit warmly from above. My wonderful wife and 3 kids sitting around the table set with gold flatware, talking and smiling, and I felt as happy as I have felt about anything. I couldn’t be more in love with Adrienne and more happy that I get to spend my days with her, boring or not.
Also, she is hot.
Take a second and wish Adrienne a Happy Adrienne Day!
Walked past the kids’ room just now and heard the eight-year-old and five-year-old talking.
“Hey, what are you guys still doing up?! What on earth are you talking about?”
“Dad, Anna had never heard of Martin Luther King and I was just giving her a quick overview of who he was and his most famous speech.”
“Uh, OK, carry on…”
Reese accidentally cracked open a little glow stick he was playing with today. He asked if he could pour the liquid out into a jar. The glow stick was labeled “Non-Toxic” so we thought that seemed like a fun idea. He got a pair of scissors out and was cutting up the glow stick so he could more easily get the liquid out when we heard him yell, “Oh no!”
When he cut the little stick the top went flying. He happened to be standing at the sink in the master bedroom. You could just barely see a couple of liquid dots on the carpet glowing faintly. That is until I turned out the lights and we saw this:
I don’t think we have to clean it up because you can’t really see it with the light on and that stuff will probably stop glowing in a day or two right?
Then Reese pointed out that he thought he might have gotten it on his face as well. If you look closely you can see, sure enough, he did.
We turned off the light again. Somehow we were so amazed by the carpet that we had missed this!
Awesome! I hope it is permanent!
The moral of the story is that if you let your kids play with strange chemicals fun things will happen.
Our five-year-old, Anna, left this note on Adrienne’s iphone this morning.
“Mom can you help? I can’t tune my ukulele.”
Getting through the checkout line was a lot easier once we told all these crazy kids they had to go sit against the wall
- Reese: “That looks like fun! What are you doing?”
- Me: “Work.”
- Reese: “You get to make doodles for work!?”
Maybe I shouldn’t take the awesomeness of my job for granted.
The battle continues.
Anna got upset because she got in trouble for arguing with Reese and wrote “This house stinks!” on her magna-doodle (Spelled like this, “THS HAOS STNKS!”). This infuriated Reese, “That is false! This is an awesome house!”
I stepped in and said, “Reese, just leave her alone. She can write whatever she wants.” Without missing a beat Reese yells, “That’s right! That’s what makes this such an awesome house. We have the freedom to write whatever we want to write Anna!”
Later we found this note Reese had left for Anna:
- Anna: “Reese, you aren’t playing nice. Your monkeys won't do what my Hello Kitties say!”
- Reese: “That’s because my monkeys are from an American jungle. They have freedom.”
- Anna: “I don’t want them to have freedom. I want them to do what I tell them to do!”
Reese listened in as I ran a remote usability test today. He sat on my lap and put in one of my earphones.
It made me feel like a shoemaker or something teaching my son the trade. Unfortunately, I don’t think he wants to take on the family business so if movies and books are to be trusted I will need to guilt trip him about letting me down until he earns my love by becoming a User Experience Designer.
If I made an invention to work and play and stand at attention and do what I say it would be a robot named Rumble Ray.
The first one failed and so did number two, but three was perfect and could play kazoo! It did all the things I wanted it to do!
It even cleaned my room this fast — ZOOM!