Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Daddy's Boy

My son loves his Daddy.

There is no question in the amount of heroism faithfully given to Carter as his Jeep pulls up the driveway everyday. All heck breaks lose. And I mean ALL heck.

Usually Mulan (her self-proclaimed Princess Ashley didn't last as long as I originally thought) is in the midst of a project or engrossed in some pure PBS fun to notice much else. Her brother, however, hears the Jeep enter the neighborhood. I actually think he calculates the minutes from Carter's "I'm on my way home" call. He gives him 13 minutes and then starts pacing.

Pacing turns into running. Running turns into falling. Falling turns into rolling. And by the time Daddy passes the threshold, a complete one-man wrestling match is in full effect waiting for his larger-than-life opponent to join in.

No time to transition out of work and into the home. It's WWF time. Lil' Bruiser vs. Big Man.

And that act is more a culmination of the day's "Daddy sightings". It begins when I make my coffee.

I drink coffee out of the same cup every day (and yes, I wash it on occassion). It's a great shape. It holds the exact amount of coffee I like to consume. And it has 2 pics of Elvis on it. A close up and a gold lame' outfit full-body shot. Lil' Bruiser points to each picture and gladly exclaims, "DADDY!" Then he says, "Hot!"

Oh, he's talking about the coffee.

Sometimes I forget and agree. "Yes Lil' Bruiser, Mommy thinks Elvis, oh AND YOUR DADDY, are hot. Oh? You mean the coffee? Yeah, that too."

Then we take a seat on the couch (while it's quiet and Mulan is still asleep) to catch up on the news. As soon as Matt Lauer's face appears on the screen, Lil' Bruiser once again exclaims, "DADDY!"

He didn't mention 'hot' with that one. But I....

digress.

Is there something I'm missing here? Because last I checked, neither Elvis nor Matt Lauer looked anything like Carter.

After those sightings, it's time to bring up Carter's blog homepage on our computer 72,000 times. We have a game in which I flip through some webpages and then BAM here's Daddy's picture. It's like he's seeing him for the first time.

Only it's 72,000 times.

And we have kissy lip markings all over our laptop screen.

I don't feel threatened by all of this love and adoration being doled out on my better half. I think it's quite cute actually. Especially on Saturday mornings at 7am when I hear "Daaaaaaaaddddddyyyyyyy" from down the hall.

I give the man a gentle nudge. I smile. I roll over and continue dreaming pure blissful Saturday morning dreams.

Then I nicely add "Oh, while you're up, could you be a lamb and shut the door and keep him quiet for the next hour or so? Thanks, that'd be great."

2 comments:

Melissa said...

i think this is my favorite post yet! I laughed AND laughed AND laughed...too funny. Don't kids add so much "excitement" to our lives?? Saturday mornings are my favorite as well...Brandon always seems to "not hear Ella" because he is in "such a deep sleep." The nudge always works!!!

Melissa said...

i think this is my favorite post yet! I laughed AND laughed AND laughed...too funny. Don't kids add so much "excitement" to our lives?? Saturday mornings are my favorite as well...Brandon always seems to "not hear Ella" because he is in "such a deep sleep." The nudge always works!!!