Hold Them While I Can

Some nights I come to bed only to find one of our kids sprawled across my side. I blame Kim because she piles fancy pillows so high no kid can resist dozing off in a cloud of high thread count comfort.

When this happens it’s my duty to relocate the child back to his or her own bed. That’s what happened last night when I found Luca stretched across my side of the bed hogging every pillow she could get her little arms around.

I gently picked her up and rested her head on my shoulder. Her warm body flopped like a rag doll as I tried not to wake her. Her room is next door, but I wish it were a couple football fields away.

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It won’t be long before she’ll be too big to hold. The same goes for Lincoln and Anna Lynn. And the way Kai is growing who knows?

I think back to the time Kim and I made a list of “must have” items we needed to purchase before our first baby arrived. The number of products friends and family recommended was overwhelming. They included high chairs, play pens, strollers, bouncy seats, exersaucers, or jumping jacks. 

If could go back in time, I’d remove nearly all of them off the list and savor the few years I have to hold them next to me. Kai loves it when I hold him close to my face and smile while he tries to chew on my cheek, nose or chin. That’s hard to accomplish if he’s on the floor.

When I returned home late from work tonight I kicked back on the couch ready to watch the Olympics. Before I could push the Tivo button, Lincoln and Anna were snuggled up next to me.

I flipped the channel to Dragon Tails to entice them to stay longer.

The Olympics can wait.

The In-Between Times

We loaded the kids in the Odyssey yesterday afternoon and headed to lunch at a Mongolian Grill that’s one of their favorites. On the way home from lunch Kim wanted to stop at Trader Joe’s.

Too many things can go wrong when we take the kids into the store. One or two will get lost or some accidental shoplifting will occur so it’s best I stay back with the kids and send Kim into the store alone.

The minute mom is out of the car the kids yell, “MAKE UP A GAME, DAD!!” Yesterday we played a game called “Name the Grandpa or Grandma” where I give them a small detail and they tell me which of the grandparents it pertains to. Lots of the questions revolve around pets since my parents have a big dog and Kim’s parents have a tiny one. 

The kids smile and laugh and yell and don’t mind waiting for mom to return. These small slices of time with my kids are some of my favorite. It’s life unplanned. Impromptu games and laughs and joy fill the car. No radio or Nintendo required.

The kids love planned events. It gives them something to look forward to. But they love these in-between times as well. It’s ok to make faces, sing goofy songs and make fart sounds.

The party comes to a close when I sound the mom alert. The kids think it’s fun to settle down like nothing happened. But they can never keep from giggling while mom loads the groceries in the trunk.

I think mom might be on to us. But she probably likes her 15 kid-free minutes too much to say anything.

My Rebounding Team

A few sunny days daisy chained together means the kids have begged and dragged me to spend time with them in the front yard. They like to ride bikes around the little island at the end of our street, run through the sprinklers and play basketball.

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Anna Lynn before she wore down chasing my errant shots

Well, they can’t really shoot baskets but they think they can. The island is home to a regulation size basketball hoop and the kids are mesmerized by it. Luca is strong enough to granny toss the ball through the hoop maybe 5% of the time. Lincoln and Anna can’t get it close but that doesn’t stop them from trying. Most of their shots ricochet off the curb and smack into the neighbors Lexus (it’s Canadian) van. Serves them right for parking it on the curb in front of our house!

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Lincoln’s helmet speaks volumes to my shot making ability

I like to shoot baskets as well and I’ve devised a plan whereby I can shoot nonstop for while: I agree to go into the front yard if the kids will act as rebounders. I shoot the ball and the kids go running after it. I see how quickly they can return the ball to me. They love it. I love it. It’s a win/win.

Some days I’m draining threes and I get a lot of shots off because they kids don’t have to run as much. But today I was tossing bricks which means the kids got a workout. I knew I was having an off day when Lincoln went to the garage to retrieve a helmet.

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How It’s Made

I found an educational program that’s a lot of fun for adults and kids. My 7, 5 and 4 year old sat next to me on the couch and did not their eyes off “How It’s Made” on the Discovery Channel.

Tonight we found out how speakers, buses and ballet shoes are made. But their favorite is the video below, especially when they showed the sheet of melted chocolate.

It’s fun and educational. Beats watching The Real World with them.