Apparently, this is what he thinks I do all day. I wish.
Apparently, this is what he thinks I do all day. I wish.
Tonight’s Scout Meeting included an agenda item called Nerf Gun Turkey Hunt. No, I’m not making this up.
They were told to arrive dressed in camouflage, in preparation for the turkey hunt. The hunt itself looked a lot more like a Civil War battle, where two lines of troops were facing each other, separated by about a 10 foot wide “no shoot zone”. There were brief breaks in the battle, to permit reloading.
It was a sight to behold. And honestly, I didn’t know they made that many different varieties of Nerf Guns. Quite an impressive display of firepower.
Mom, the den mother, had to venture into the “no shoot” zone to toss spent ammunition back to the warriors.
Well, we’re finally back to batting .500 – the fourth year of school pictures, and now we have two editions where we can actually not grimace when opening the package. Now, some of you are thinking “he’s only in first grade, so how did computer boy get to four?” Remember, we had two years of Early Childhood programs as a warm-up.
Our record for quality school pictures got off to a really poor start. Our first attempt in the fall of 2008, was just that – an attempt. We tried, we really did. We got him up a little earlier for school, so he could get a bath (instead of the night before) to dull down his normally freaked out morning hair.
In return for our efforts, we got this:
It’s also been referred to as “The Mug Shot”. To this day, Cathy’s cousin Thom starts laughing every time he sees it.
In 2009, we had high hopes for a better picture. Once again, we got him up early for school for a morning bath/shower to minimize hair impact. Dressed and cleaned up, we sent him off. Later in the week, Cathy asks his teacher how picture day went (with Mrs.Mark’s awareness of the prior year’s outcome). She says “I think it’s going to be just fine, I think we got a good one.”
Well, she was wrong. Instead, we got this:
I can’t speak for Cathy, but I was getting flashbacks to a comic strip that originally ran on 9/24/1989 (yes, I’m that old):
I even threatened to start calling him Calvin.
But as good parents, we hung the already paid-for 8×10 in the family room with our other family photos. It’s funny to watch other people try to be complimentary when they see it. We had coffee mugs made with his first two school pictures (along with a handful of other stellar boy images) and gave them to select people. Thom got one, of course. Others who received them have also related stories of people trying to be complimentary when they see it. They only difference is that most of them can say they’re not related to him.
We were ready to surrender.
So when 2010 rolled around, we thought “what the hell, let’s shower him in the morning again and just hope for the best. Can’t be any worse than last year’s picture.”
To our surprise, it wasn’t. Actually, it was pretty good:
Finally, a school picture we can hang without requiring a background story. We had hope for future photos.
The 2011 edition did not disappoint – it’s the best one so far:
It’s funny, and maybe it’s just me, but he looks more than just one year older in this one. He really is growing up. I still can’t decide which of us he favors – many have said he looks like me, but I still dont’ see it. If anything, I see my mom in him.
So we’re back to .500 now – we’ll see what next year brings.
I used to think that Animal Planet put some relatively decent programming on its schedule; I’d catch myself watching it every now and then to see what new kind of mutant lizard-like thing the Miami-Dade Animal Control people were catching in the swamps. Mindless, yet entertaining.
It’s now shifted from mindless to just plain ridiculous. Case in point: Finding Bigfoot.
Yes, that’s right, the Bigfoot Research Organization (or BFRO) is out there actively searching for a “squatch”. The team is complete with a field biologist and an expert “caller”. The leader of this little band of nutballs says he’s been on this quest for 20+ years. I frankly find it hard to watch more than five minutes of this trainwreck without looking at my wife and saying “Seriously?!?”
Except for one thing – the boy. He’s absolutely mesmerized by it. We have to DVR it, and he’ll watch it over and over again. And now he’s looking for “a squatch” in the woods of Pug Hollow.
This evening, armed in full Bigfoot-hunting garb, a boy and his mother ventured into the woods in search of the resident Sasquatch. Before setting out on this quest, I captured some video of their pre-planning meeting – it’s available on my Facebook page, and should be available soon on Cathy’s. Worth your two minutes to watch it.
There’s apparently a dress code for Bigfoot hunting – as we can see here:
The goggles deserve a shot of their own (we thank Joni and Greta for these):
And so they head into the woods, with the boy making sure he issues a few calls into the wilderness. Because, you know, being able to issue an appropriate Bigfoot call is an essential skill for this kind of work.
When the Associate BFRO field staff (and I’m using the term associate very loosely here) returned, they had evidence of Bigfoot’s presence: they found a popped balloon tied to a ribbon (“because Bigfoot eats the balloons”) and remnants of a rotten pumpkin that also looked like it had been eaten.
And apparently the boy is pretty good at rationing food from his backpack – he was only willing to give his mother one Cheese-It while they were in the field.
I think the evidence speaks for itself. The boy’s as loony as the people on the show. But I do have a new angle for getting him indoors in the evening – because you never know when Bigfoot might be coming for a certain little boy.
The local BFRO field team went back out for one last “night hunt” this evening. Just before they went into the woods, the junior member of the team requested that they hold hands. I’m sure this was for safety reasons, as maintaining unity is of paramount importance in such endeavors.
Oh, and he did use his Night Vision goggles, as evidenced by Mom’s cell phone camera:
While I was taking pictures of Nicholas’ room before painting, Cathy remembered that we took a similar picture when we were getting the room ready to paint the first time (back in 2005).
So at the request of Mom…
That was then:
This is now:
And now we’ve got someone who like to play possum on the floor – he insisted I take the picture:
One of the things we’ve been working on here at Pug Hollow has been Nicholas’ bedroom. As he gets older, the Froggy Tales theme that was in there since he was born just seemed to not quite fit him.
In November 2007, we took out the crib and put in a “big boy bed”, so that he’d have a normal bed to sleep in. Actually, it was an antique bed wed had, but it worked out well. It matched some other furniture we had, so all was well. And while it was working, we often thought that we probably needed to find a better solution for him. Something about boys jumping on a 150-year-old bed kind of made both of us shudder.
So the plan turned into two things:
Here’s what it looked like after all the furniture was moved out in preparation for painting:
Since we didn’t know what we were going to have when she was pregnant, Froggy Tales seemed to work for either a boy or a girl.
It was very hard for Mom to part with the room, as she’s the sentimental type. I will always remember her walking out of the room while we were moving the furniture out, with tears in her eyes and saying “this is a lot harder than I thought it would be”. It really was a cute room, but not much of a little boy’s room anymore.
I think we took care of that with the new look:
The new bed actually replaced the old bed and three other pieces of furniture – with the drawers and the headboard now a part of the bed, no longer a need for the chest, dresser and night stand that were in the room. The bonus part of the bed (at least to him) is the door on the footboard – which now gives him a secret hideout. Mom said that would be good storage when we first looked at the bed, I told her that the boy would have other plans for that space. That’s just what boys do.
The bookcase was already in there, and we added the 9-bin storage (a very inexpensive yet functional accent). He also had a small basketball rug in the room (to match the basketball pull chain on the ceiling fan), but since he was now playing baseball, he traded those two things for the baseball rug/chain from my office. His choice.
The whiteboard was something I contributed (it was an old one I replaced with a larger one in my office). He’s always wanting to draw on mine, now he’s got his own. He also needs to work on his writing skills, so hopefully this will provide some incentive.
As you may have also noticed, we’ve got a thing for superheros right now. His Aunt Cindy gave him the posters that are now hanging on the walls, and we put the superhero peel and stick additions on the walls.
He’s taken quite well to things, as you can tell. He insisted I take his picture, so I thought I’d put them here.
He was so excited for the makeover, he’d check on me every hour or so while I was painting and tell me to keep doing a great job in his room. Even told his mom to not get in my way, because it was slowing me down. Once the room was painted, he wanted to sleep in it on a sleeping bag, until his new bed arrived (he only had two nights on the floor). That’s dedication.
And when it was all done, I got a big, unsolicited hug from him, telling me “Thank you for my room, Dad.”
Yeah, it was worth it.
Wish I knew why , but the boy’s hair is really unruly after a night’s sleep. It’s something I unfortunately passed along to him.
This early March day’s efforts were particularly outstanding, so we had to capture it for posterity.
From the front, it doesn’t look that bad.
However, the back was another story.
The funny part is that on more than one occasion, he’s gone to school like this. His choice, not ours.
Well, the boy and mom made the pilgrimage (and waited in line) to see the big man himself, Santa.
All went well, and a complete wish list was delivered. But the entertainment for me (because I was not there), was the text message exchange that occurred between his mother and me:
C: At mall now & line for santa is insane. I so sucked at waiting to do this. I am inclined to come back later tonight. Would you be hip?
S: Entirely up to you, but I won’t be home until about 7.
C: Santa here until 9 pm. Kid is standing in line picking his nose. Just prevented a booger eating. Living the dream.
S: I don’t mean to laugh – but I am.
C: Met the big man. He did great & got a cute picture. 30 minute wait. Not as bad as I thought.
So hats off to mom for taking one for the team. Making memories…
Everyone – meet Spiderman.
This was taken on 9/4 – which is when he originally got his costume. Of course, in his excitement, it had to be worn whenever possible, wherever possible, and most importantly, as often as possible.
To the Post Office. To Target. To Moe’s (they still say “what’s up, Spiderman” when we walk in – it’s like he’s Norm or something).
Here’s how it looked on Halloween Night, trick or treating at (and around) Aunt Cindy’s house:
The costume held up surprisingly well, although we clipped most of the stray threads. The bottoms of the legs are a little frayed, but they’re hidden by those absolutely stunning (and recently acquired) Super Spidey Snow Boots. In his mind, they’re just part of the ensemble. There are a few other places places where the fabric is borderline translucent from washing and wearing, but something tells me such details really don’t matter much to him.
Another milestone today – the boy has now entered the “I don’t have all my teeth” phase. He lost his first one today – here he is posing with it:
I noticed while helping him brush his teeth earlier in the day that there seemed to be a little more space between a few of them than I’d remembered, so I kind of thought that it could be happening soon. At breakfast, he kind of grimaced when he bit down into something, so Mom got a look at things – and said there’s a loose one.
We were in the car, out running errands today, and as we’re riding down the street, he announced he lost his tooth – looks like he just took it out himself. We applauded, he smiled at us, and so we were off to McDonald’s to celebrate this next milestone of growing up.
On an unrelated note, there is no better guilty pleasure than a Big Mac and Fries (especially the fries). Haven’t had either in a long time, and they tasted really, really good.
Bedtime this evening was amusing, after Mom got him all juiced up about the tooth fairy. He fought sleep valiantly, trying to catch a glimpse of this mystical being, but finally had to surrender.
Can’t wait to see him in the morning.