One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Looks Like We Made It After All
I've seen a lot by having 3 children. One has been the epitome of Miss Manners ever since she was old enough to know better, another has had his moments (peeing outside the van in the garage, running through the house with the roll of toilet paper flying behind him, etc..) and the third one makes a goat look like it went to Martha Stewart's charm school.
After 3 years of fringe behavior, ranging from pooping on the floor leading to the garage to whizzing in a vase in his room to grossing out Sunday School teachers 3 out of 4 weeks every month, we've always been right on the edge.
Yesterday? We made The Show.
My 3 year old, 30 pound baby boy managed to shut down the community swimming pool for a 24 hour period, complete with a padlock on the gate and a note letting ALL the other neighbors know the pool was unavailable due to a "public health concern".
Now I know how Earl Woods felt when Tiger made that first birdie at the same age.
God help me, but the first thing I thought of when Ang called and filled me in was the following scene from "Caddyshack".
There is no freaking way I'm ever making it to the age of 50.
I'm with Newt; Trot does make the two of you look like choir boys when you were little. :)
At least they didn't list you name, address and phone number on the note letting everyone know WHO was responsible for the pool being closed on such a hot day.
Stacy, funny story; on her way into the pool today Ang runs into one of the neighbors from up the street. She see's Ang and says "I figured it was Trot!"
I'm just a simple guy bumbling his way through life, trying to raise 3 great kids with a wife I don't deserve all the while obsessing about the Boston Red Sox.
9 comments:
Tell Trot his uncle is proud that he has achieved such lofty heights of boyhood. Man, you may not make it to 40 at this rate.
Wow. He singlehandedly trumps everything you and I ever did.
And that's quite the accomplishment.
It's amazing, Mattie. And he's only 3 years old.
::shakes head::
He's just confused, to him the pool looks just like a giant toilet...or the toilet looks like a little pool.
either way.
You're not helping, Jr.
I never do sir.
And Cobains daughters Named Franes Bean.
I hate my brain.
Franes? Or Francis? Doesn't matter, I guess. The Bean part is what throws you. And your brain is a scary thing.
I'm with Newt; Trot does make the two of you look like choir boys when you were little. :)
At least they didn't list you name, address and phone number on the note letting everyone know WHO was responsible for the pool being closed on such a hot day.
E is her I is him.
Stacy, funny story; on her way into the pool today Ang runs into one of the neighbors from up the street. She see's Ang and says "I figured it was Trot!"
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