Left to right: Captain Imperfecto, Nico and Christopher lazy day.
December 27, 2014
Will my kids remember anything of 2014? They're just 5 and 6. So much has happened this year, but the only thing that was important to them was their 100-yard safety zone, which expanded the circumference of the house.
"Dad, where's the boat?" Daddy, what happened to the boat?" "Daddy, is the boat broken?"
That may be my quote of the year. It's good to know that in my boy's short life span, the only concern for them is the horror of the boat being gone. Just to remind you. This year, I invested in a 30-foot boat. It's a money pit for some but a lifestyle for us.
But there were other terms used by my boys this year.
"Daddy, shut up." "No, daddy." "Leave me alone, daddy!"
This has been the year of sitting down and trying to talk or even compromise with my boys instead of applying corporal punishment. I did my best to ignore the "shut-up" overtures, but I could only ignore them so much.
This year marked the year of the iPhone for my sons. They both wanted to play with the device at the same time. Now the last time I had an iPhone was when I let it go after my first purchase in 2007 for an Android Note. But to my boys, it will forever be an iPhone.
The struggle is real with my sons. Especially when it comes to applying the seat boat.
"Put on that seat belt," I said. "Okay daddy, in a minute."
"No, put that belt on now!"
"Okay. Dad, wait a second."
"Don't make me start. Put it on now!"
My five-year-old is on a candy binge. He'll eat candy no matter where he finds it. I mean anywhere. He definitely got the sweet tooth from his mother.
"What do you want for dinner, Christopher," I said.
"Candy"
"No, no candy, eat."
"Candy"
"We aren't going through this, Christopher. Eat your food."
"Candy."
You're going to bed without dinner, I mean it."
"Candy."
"Candy."
"Candy."
The nightmare.
Then, of course, there was the worrying about an injury. My oldest son had a partial seizure. I calmly called 9-1-1, the calm traits of being a cop. The fire rescue guys (every cop hero) told me to go to my primary. So we left and went to the primary pediatrician. I was told that since I had no appointment, there would be a two-hour wait. So we went to a children's hospital. They admitted him, but he did not have a neurosurgeon on, so I had to go to another children's hospital by ambulance. Three days later, when we got home, my youngest son caught the croup, and I had to go right back to the hospital.
Wow, bye-bye 2014. Hello, 2015. Hello January. Be good to us. Allow us to grow and prosper. May my sons and everyone's kids enjoy the youth and innocence that child brings and may we parents remember the innocence we lost so long ago. May we dream of better times to come and hope that those are the dreams that come true. Allow 2015 to be the time that we truly love our neighbor.
Boys, if you don't remember much about this past year because of your age, I'm here to tell you that we did pretty well, and I'm looking forward to 2015. Now "go to
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I think the boys will ALWAYS remember their dad was there for them. Whether it was to tell them, "No!", or to tuck them in at night, they will always remember dad was there.
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