Scenes from Miami
--My father's screen saver is a series of twin primes. I think that says all that needs to be said about my father.
--At a large family gathering, my horrified cousin-in-law, Jennifer, said, "Ohmygod, you son is eating his shoe." I looked down and sure enough he had his tiny little Nike crammed halfway into his mouth. And as I reminded Jennifer, a child with a shoe in his mouth is a child who is not screaming.
--Five minutes later, Jennifer, in a slightly more horrified voice, said, "Ohmygod, your child has a knife in his mouth!" I looked down and shrugged, "It's plastic." Call it hunch, but I don't think Jennifer is going to ask me to baby sit anytime soon.
--If you have a house full of plastic kitchen appliances, old catalogs, and a few baby toys, what would you give your sixteen-month-old great grandson to play with? What's that you say?
Antique music boxes? Excellent! We didn't want those for posterity anyway.
--Nothing, apparently, is more fun than balconies. Running across them. Climbing up the rails. Screaming on them. Balconies rock.
--An odd parental moment: I'm at my grandparent house where Jennifer's son, Milo, and our cousin Brandon are playing together. Brandon and Milo had huge pieces of cake, upon while Milo added ice cream and whipped cream. He consumed it all and then headed for the fridge where he pulled out a bottle of Coke. In my pre-Doodles years, I would thought, "Mmmm!" But this odd feeling came over me, and all I could think of was this wired child at 9 p.m. So I actually said, "Um, Milo, I don't think your mother would want you to have that." And to his credit, Milo hung his head slightly, said, "I know," and stuck it back in the fridge.
--Not minutes later, Adam also had a similar odd parental moment, but acted upon it with less success. Milo didn't want to leave Brandon when his father came to pick him up. Adam, Milo, Doodles, and Brandon were in the garage playing with Brandon's new puppy. "Quick, hide me!" Milo beseeched Brandon. After a brief consultation, Milo headed for the corner. "My dad will find me here! I'll hide in the garbage can." Adam, as he tells it, had this odd feeling come over him. I'm a parent now. Should I stop this child from climbing into a garbage can?. But being the obviously less-responsible parent, Adam merely said, "Um, Milo, is the trash can clean?" And when the response was affirmative and Milo was inside with the lid on, Adam did have the sense to ask, "Milo, can you breathe in there?" I'm guessing Adam won't be asked to baby sit either.
--New Years rocked. Despite my insistence that the New Year's party be baby friendly, Doodles got sick and we showed sans baby (my mother baby sat). And it was a blast! Oliver and Jennifer throw quite the shindig and it was a blast getting to spend the evening with some of my favorite people (and my new favorite person: Max, you are the hottest thing west of the Mississippi!).
--At a large family gathering, my horrified cousin-in-law, Jennifer, said, "Ohmygod, you son is eating his shoe." I looked down and sure enough he had his tiny little Nike crammed halfway into his mouth. And as I reminded Jennifer, a child with a shoe in his mouth is a child who is not screaming.
--Five minutes later, Jennifer, in a slightly more horrified voice, said, "Ohmygod, your child has a knife in his mouth!" I looked down and shrugged, "It's plastic." Call it hunch, but I don't think Jennifer is going to ask me to baby sit anytime soon.
--If you have a house full of plastic kitchen appliances, old catalogs, and a few baby toys, what would you give your sixteen-month-old great grandson to play with? What's that you say?
Antique music boxes? Excellent! We didn't want those for posterity anyway.
--Nothing, apparently, is more fun than balconies. Running across them. Climbing up the rails. Screaming on them. Balconies rock.
--An odd parental moment: I'm at my grandparent house where Jennifer's son, Milo, and our cousin Brandon are playing together. Brandon and Milo had huge pieces of cake, upon while Milo added ice cream and whipped cream. He consumed it all and then headed for the fridge where he pulled out a bottle of Coke. In my pre-Doodles years, I would thought, "Mmmm!" But this odd feeling came over me, and all I could think of was this wired child at 9 p.m. So I actually said, "Um, Milo, I don't think your mother would want you to have that." And to his credit, Milo hung his head slightly, said, "I know," and stuck it back in the fridge.
--Not minutes later, Adam also had a similar odd parental moment, but acted upon it with less success. Milo didn't want to leave Brandon when his father came to pick him up. Adam, Milo, Doodles, and Brandon were in the garage playing with Brandon's new puppy. "Quick, hide me!" Milo beseeched Brandon. After a brief consultation, Milo headed for the corner. "My dad will find me here! I'll hide in the garbage can." Adam, as he tells it, had this odd feeling come over him. I'm a parent now. Should I stop this child from climbing into a garbage can?. But being the obviously less-responsible parent, Adam merely said, "Um, Milo, is the trash can clean?" And when the response was affirmative and Milo was inside with the lid on, Adam did have the sense to ask, "Milo, can you breathe in there?" I'm guessing Adam won't be asked to baby sit either.
--New Years rocked. Despite my insistence that the New Year's party be baby friendly, Doodles got sick and we showed sans baby (my mother baby sat). And it was a blast! Oliver and Jennifer throw quite the shindig and it was a blast getting to spend the evening with some of my favorite people (and my new favorite person: Max, you are the hottest thing west of the Mississippi!).
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