Now that the Yankees have reached the promised land of their 27th world championship, and there is no more baseball to watch on t.v., my nights lack meaning. I lack direction. and since even i have to admit i've been at the top of my witty, good-humored game lately, i thought it was time to start up this blog again. though, honestly, it's mostly because my kids, maya and jonah are so damn funny and cute that i want to capture the funny and cute things they do and say so they can read them sometime when they are older and say, "damn, we were funny and cute. why was poppy such a goddamn crank all the time?"
well, that's easy enough to explain. rebecca and i never had a fight before we had kids. now all our fights are over the kids, or caused by the kids and their complete inability to do anything the first through the fourth time you ask them to do it. i will never be the husband who is divorcing his wife and giving his kids the platitude, it wasn't your fault. if rebecca and i ever get divorced you better bet it will so be the kids fault. it will be all because of them! but whatever. i'm not going anywhere. rebeccca does have a crush on this guy named hans who lives down the street and rides a bike. so, i'm not sure what her plans are. she's down the street right now. she told me that she was going to a baby shower. it's eleven o'clock. should pregnant moms-to-be be up this late?
just to get you back into the groove with where we are as a family; Maya is almost seven (December 14) and started first grade this past August. In some ways she is so grown up (the way she can tell a story and roll her eyes and make expressive faces and voice inflections makes me think she might have more talent as a story teller than me!) and in others she is still so exasperating (do we really need to cry for twenty minutes because we don't have eggs in the house?). in all ways she is wonderful. but sometimes i have to remind myself of that truth!
Jonah is obsessed with star wars, guns, swords and sometimes plays to the dark side of the force. he bit one of his friends tonight. that's a first. he doesn't bite. usually he will punch, kick or push them. he's also a big sports fan even though he doesn't quite understand the rules of the games (he's four this past August). But he is committed to playing for the Eagles, the Yankees, and an undisclosed soccer team when he's older. Early retirement, here I come!
What can I say about Rebecca? She still makes me smile. She still makes my mouth dry. I still want to please her. She's still a wonder to me. Like, I wonder why she married me. I wonder why she sticks with me. I wonder why I got so lucky. I wonder if I'll get laid after she reads this? Well, that will be our secret (figure yes) but not much else will be. I'm doing this to tell it like it is. if it feels like rain, i'll write it. but when the sun is shining, i will be too.
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Maybe you should tell people you started blogging again. Have Rebecca post it on her facebook. Otherwise, no one will know. Facebook is really the only way anybody knows anything.
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