23 June 2007
the word most wanted
On Thursday, June 21, 2007, Aidan uttered the word his Daddy has been waiting to hear for months.No, it was not "Daddy."It was "Oakley." This was the day after it was announced that Oakley was bought out by Luxxotica, the maker of Ray-Bans. There's a lot of Oakley fans that are already forecasting doom and gloom for the future quality of their beloved sunglasses. Maybe Aidan's saying "Oakley" is a sign of good things to come?
18 June 2007
13 June 2007
you know you're tired when...
you try to flush the toilet with the light switch.
(Hey, it was 5:30 a.m. and Aidan woke me up from a sound sleep and a wierd dream. At least I didn't put my pants on my head.)
(Hey, it was 5:30 a.m. and Aidan woke me up from a sound sleep and a wierd dream. At least I didn't put my pants on my head.)
08 June 2007
roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight
On Wednesday night, I got a chance to see The Police in concert at the Key. They haven't been in Washington since 1983 when they played the Tacoma Dome. I couldn't go then. No way mom and dad was going to let their 14-year-old go to a concert alone. It was an incredible concert.
I did have a bit of mommy guilt as Aidan had been battling a cold, but he was in good hands. Thursday night, he couldn't settle down for bedtime. Paul did his usual storytime routine and Aidan got his nightcap of lactose free milk, but the kid wasn't interested in sleeping. Paul let him play a bit and then put him in his crib. Of course, cries and screams ensued.
After about five minutes, I decided to go up and calm Aidan down. Usually, we pat his back and avoid picking him up. This time, he was too upset so I picked him up and and rocked him in the glider chair. I tried singing the marching ant song. No dice. Hey Jude. Same thing. Since I had The Police songs fresh in my head (I sang with everyone else at the arena after all), I started singing "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic," and "Every Breath You Take." He began to settle. Then I began the next song:
"Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
those days are over, you don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the street for money, you don't care if its wrong or if it right..."
Sound asleep in less than two minutes. All I had to do was sing about a prostitute. At least I didn't sing "Murder By Numbers."
I did have a bit of mommy guilt as Aidan had been battling a cold, but he was in good hands. Thursday night, he couldn't settle down for bedtime. Paul did his usual storytime routine and Aidan got his nightcap of lactose free milk, but the kid wasn't interested in sleeping. Paul let him play a bit and then put him in his crib. Of course, cries and screams ensued.
After about five minutes, I decided to go up and calm Aidan down. Usually, we pat his back and avoid picking him up. This time, he was too upset so I picked him up and and rocked him in the glider chair. I tried singing the marching ant song. No dice. Hey Jude. Same thing. Since I had The Police songs fresh in my head (I sang with everyone else at the arena after all), I started singing "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic," and "Every Breath You Take." He began to settle. Then I began the next song:
"Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
those days are over, you don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the street for money, you don't care if its wrong or if it right..."
Sound asleep in less than two minutes. All I had to do was sing about a prostitute. At least I didn't sing "Murder By Numbers."
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