Antique Daddy, Sometimes Sweet

The Ring

This morning as I was getting Sean dressed, he was twisting my wedding ring around and around my finger. He has always like to fiddle with it and I always tell him when he does that Daddy bought this ring for Mommy when he promised God that he would love me forever. So this morning as he was playing with it, he looked up at me and said, “Daddy buy mommy ring!” Yes, I confirmed, Daddy bought mommy this ring. “At the gwo-cery store,” he added. No, I corrected him, Daddy did not buy it at…

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Always Real, Makes Me Sigh

Promises

I don’t watch the Oscars or keep up with celebrities. I just don’t really care. But the news story today of Dana Reeves dying of lung cancer has left me feeling like I swallowed a canatloupe in one gulp. I can only think of her two young kids left behind, without a mom or a dad. Everytime I’ve looked at my boy today I have wanted to scoop him up and promise him that his mommy and daddy will never leave him — a promise that Dana has reminded me is not mine to make.

Sometimes Tart, Southern Living

Fire Ants

The ides of March are upon us. Technically, it is still winter, but yesterday, it was 85 degrees. I wore flip flops, shorts and a tank top as Sean and I set off into the neighborhood to goof off. Wearing shorts in March might sound like a good thing, but there is a price to be paid for it in fire ants.As we walked towards the pond, the late afternoon sun made lacy shadows that shimmered and danced on the sidewalk under the canopy of trees. We stopped to admire the shadows and observe a parade…

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Mildly Amusing, Snips And Snails

Spitting Image

Since Sean’s first dental checkup, I have been trying to impress upon him the importance of good dental hygiene and brushing properly. Several times a day, I pull a stool up to the sink for him to stand on and show him how to brush, rinse and spit. The brushing part he has down pretty good. Spitting? Not so much. This morning, after breakfast, it went like this: AM: Okay, now go like this (leaning over the sink) P’toooey! (daintily pretending to spit into the sink) Sean: Puh-tooey! (I hear a thud as he bumps his…

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Antique Daddy, Use Your Words

PP is not PC

This morning, Sean comes into the kitchen after I hear him being bounced out of Antique Daddy’s office. Sean: (complaining) Daddy working on his pee-pee. AM: Huh? Sean: Daddy made me leave. He not let me touch his pee-pee. (Long pause as I frantically search the Sean-English Dictionary) AM: PC! Daddy won’t let you touch his PC! Say it with me Sean, Pee- CEE! Pee – CEE! Life’s most embarrassing moments are still ahead of me, aren’t they?