I can't imagine

A friend of yours had a seizure today. Three of them actually.

You didn't see it and do not know it happened. Your mom found out because your friend's mom is mom's friend. Your friend's mom is a mess tonight.

But I can't blame her.

How would I take you having three seizures? I can't imagine. I really can't. I hope I never have to find out.

ZZZZZZZZ

For months now, you've played a game sometimes where you and either your Mom or I would pretend to go to sleep. You'd get pillows for us, maybe a blanket. Sometimes you'd tell us to close our eyes and go to sleep. More recently you started fake snoring to add to the game.

Then a couple weeks ago, we were up in Pittsburgh visiting my parents and you decided you didn't really want to take a nap. So I go back in and tell you that you really have to go to sleep. So you lay down, grab your burp-cloth and start fake snoring.

You really did need to sleep.

But that was funny.

Fathers' Day Reflection

Yesterday was a fun Fathers' day. There were gifts and golf, but better then that it was a good day to focus on the father-son relationship. I'm sure its going to have its rocky points in the future, but being a Father is really a great thing.

There are certainly other days of the year when I get to sit down on the floor and play cars or animals with you or watch you run laps at Nani and Pepe's (Marcia and Barry). But because its Fathers' day it focuses the activity.

So yesterday I thanked you mom for having you and at the end of the day I thanked you for being you.

Thanks again.

Think, Think, Think

Watching you think is amazing. People get old and guarded and concerned about image and annoyed when you stare at them. Children, not so much.

You completely know that words are a form of communication now. You string them together and try new ones out with a purpose. One of the more interesting things to watch is when you are trying to communicate something, but I don't understand. Some of your words sound very similar or maybe you got the word a little wrong.

So I'll tell you that I'm sorry, but I don't understand. And you can see you thinking about that. Running through your options, trying to figure out what to do next, which is usually to repeat the word over again and hope Daddy figures it out this time.

At some point we switch over to a guessing game where I tell you what I think you are trying to say and you either repeat what you are saying (no, I mean ______) or you say "Right, _____"

Watching the process of learning is amazing.

Michael's Exercise Routine

Two nights ago I got home from work and you wanted to listen to the castle (one of Jodi's snow globes from Cinderella). As soon as the castle was on the end table playing what ever it plays. You started jumping up and down.

"Daddy jump!"

So we jumped up and down for a while. Then you'd take my hands and we'd play ring around the rosy... all fall down.

Then more jumping.

"Daddy jump! No, over there!"

I think you have a future as an exercise class instructor.

I'll Catch You Daddy

One of your favorite playground activities is to climb up on some piece of equipment and then jump off into the waiting arms of a parent.

Yesterday after jumping off the toddler rock wall into my arms, you strongly suggested in your typically two year old way that I climb up the wall. Then with my feet dangling down inches from the ground you held out your arms and instructed me to jump.

In the end, you held on to a pant leg as I scooted off the rock wall. Then it was your turn to climb and jump. We took turns doing this for a couple minutes before you ran off to other activities.

The whole scene would have been an improbable Hollywood contrivance in a movie script but in real life, it was a lot of fun.

Thanks.