Felt like posting another video/song on the love theme. This is a good one...
I don't think the look of love can be faked. I've seen it a few times in my life.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Losing His Marbles
The boys love playing marbles. Of course, B2 turns marbles into a bit of a rugby match by the time it's done -- he'll get fired up and/or feisty, and marbles go flying around the place. In fact, I told him a couple of times, "It's marbles, not rugby, Buddy." But for a brief, shining moment, the boys will peacefully play marbles, which is cute to watch. I offer a running commentary as we play. B1 pretends (of course) that the marbles are stars and/or planets, complains about "gravity wells" when a shot goes awry.
Freaky Friday
Another Friday. I never say TGIF -- it's right up with "Are we having fun yet?" as one of those incredibly annoying, nearly-empty expressions.
The boys and I are now effectively over the influenza. Grateful for that. Flu never hits me quite as badly as colds do, for some reason. Go figure. My late father claims that his side of the family never caught the flu, that they were always resistant to it, so maybe some of that purported resistance to it was handed down. I don't know.
I woke up over-early, as ever (3:30 a.m. seems tied into my circadian rhythms for the past few months), and I got up and wrote awhile, before re-sleeping, taking another little nap when I got sleepy again, nicked another hour-and-a-half of sleep. Makes a difference, that.
Heard a dad picking his kid up from school the other day --
Dad: "Did you have a good day?"
Kid: "Yeah."
Dad: "A REALLY good day?"
Kid (annoyed): "YEAH."
That amused me. When I pick up B1, I just ask him "How'd your day go? Did you do anything fun?" and he tells me how it went.
It's been so blisteringly cold lately, we've all hunkered down pretty much. February in Chicago is one of the worst months. I'm sure lots of places wrestle with bad weather then, but here, it just gets so damned cold. I remember my folks visiting me in February (years ago), and me warning them about it -- I still remember their faces when they came out of their hotel and got blasted in the face with icy wind. Their expressions were comical. Sorry, Ma! It's frickin' COLD! They'd talk about that for years, and we'd laugh about it.
If it's not too bad, I'll run some errands today.
The boys and I are now effectively over the influenza. Grateful for that. Flu never hits me quite as badly as colds do, for some reason. Go figure. My late father claims that his side of the family never caught the flu, that they were always resistant to it, so maybe some of that purported resistance to it was handed down. I don't know.
I woke up over-early, as ever (3:30 a.m. seems tied into my circadian rhythms for the past few months), and I got up and wrote awhile, before re-sleeping, taking another little nap when I got sleepy again, nicked another hour-and-a-half of sleep. Makes a difference, that.
Heard a dad picking his kid up from school the other day --
Dad: "Did you have a good day?"
Kid: "Yeah."
Dad: "A REALLY good day?"
Kid (annoyed): "YEAH."
That amused me. When I pick up B1, I just ask him "How'd your day go? Did you do anything fun?" and he tells me how it went.
It's been so blisteringly cold lately, we've all hunkered down pretty much. February in Chicago is one of the worst months. I'm sure lots of places wrestle with bad weather then, but here, it just gets so damned cold. I remember my folks visiting me in February (years ago), and me warning them about it -- I still remember their faces when they came out of their hotel and got blasted in the face with icy wind. Their expressions were comical. Sorry, Ma! It's frickin' COLD! They'd talk about that for years, and we'd laugh about it.
If it's not too bad, I'll run some errands today.
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