Keeping with my title format from a few posts ago I thought I would explore this question. One of the blessings of our newborn Miles is that Luke and I have been spending a lot more time together. He is my bud... good or bad as you will see.
This last week, we went to see the movie Kung Fu Panda and not coincidentally went to his first Karate class a few days later. Watching him sprint around the dojo like a madman is a post in itself. Suffice it to say he doesn't lack enthusiasm, flexibility, or "Hi-Ya!" yelling abilities.
Well this evening Heidi seemed a bit strung out from her "Snyder boyz" so I took Luke to the store to get a new garden hose and sprinkler. I get a kick out of cruising around with him as he asks endless questions about everything that enters his little head. Well I took him out of the truck and walked into the store holding his hand. After a few steps I noticed that his hand had some kind of gunk on it (for non-parents and those who may have forgotten this is very normal for 3 year old boys). I kind of shrugged it off and continued shopping. As I stood in front of the gas powered weed wackers debating the merits of 2 cycle engines I noticed Luke had the stuff on his pants and shirt as well. I began growing more concerned about what this might be and finished up shopping and headed back to the truck. When I got there I opened the back door and noticed the same stuff all over the back seat and dripping down the sides and onto the floor.
Wood Glue ... "Are you freaking kidding me??? Wood Glue!"
It is everywhere.
Luke is crying his eyes out.
I am ticked.
As I began cleaning the mess and calming myself down I look back at sobbing Luke, who I tossed into the "timeout" truck bed, only to see blood all over his hands and face from a bloody nose.
Freeze frame this image in your minds... This moment, this insane moment is fatherhood.
Eventually he and the truck got cleaned up and we got home to have Heidi ask casually,
"How was the store?"
Answer. "We need more wood glue".
Behind the scenes ironic bonus material: The wood glue was in my truck because a few days earlier our Kung Fu Luke grabbed onto his bedroom drapes and swung off his bed only to tear down the curtains and the wooden rod which held them up. To fix this problem I needed several things, some screws, new drywall anchors, and the infamous wood glue.
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Another great tale of Luke. I'm learning that parenthood is a crazy mix of frustration, messes, and unpredictability...but mostly amazement and joy that these crazy things are ours.
Tonight Hamilton noticed dogs for the first time---he finds them almost as hilarious as he does Luke (boy, I miss that kid!). The messy, unpredictable part of this story is how he spit up on Alex...and his water bottle...twice...hours after eating. We were at an English Dept. BBQ.
my my you are getting me excited for being a parent. it's stories like this that makes me love luke even more. but also the fact that he's my nephew not my son...i'm not ready for the respnsibility
Those are the parenting moments when I'm at my best - NOT!!!
kalex- nice. I miss the hambone. he'll be spilling adhesive liquids in your car in no time.
jacko- you know you want one too. imagine little "jacksons" running around. I'd pay good money to see it.
jksfam- nice to see you in blog land. I did my best not to make a scene in the parking lot.
Trav,
You forgot to mention that he ruined my favorite pair of pants of his - his cool tan courderoy pants with an adjustable waist band. That's about the same as the Titan, right?
oops, racetri was me, heidi.
sorry about the titan.
a similar story about my boy.
i was ignoring him in the back yard as he repeated, in a concerned but not uncommon voice, "uh, uh, uh, uh." i kept doing whatever it was I was doing until he finally walked over to me saying, "daddy, poo poo."
turns out he had stepped in a bunch of dog "poo poo."
Then tried to wipe it off with his hands.
then tried to wipe his hands off on his pants.
then on his shirt.
then on his face a little.
until finally his absentee father finally listened to him.
nice to hear someone else is having glue drenched, blood stained dad moments.
let's go to dinner. ashley's pregnant and can she and sophie could both throw up again.
heidi: pants vs. truck it's a controversial debate.
john: I'll take wood glue over poop anyday. That pukey dinner was good times. I just remember feeling really bummed out for that moment in your lives.
I thought hmmmm maybe Luke can be an only child.
Oh my.
I was so concerned when i read this... poor Travis and poor Luke.
but, i did smile about Kung Fu Luke. "Hi-Ya"
trav you are a great dad to take luke with you to run errands. I am sure he loves every minute. Even spilling glue everywhere:) It is funny that luke likes karate cuz taj loves it too! we are starting Karate next week . He has asked me everyday for the past three weeks! Ever since he watched a movie called Karate dogs! I am sure Luke would love it too! It is a pretty funny movie. Taj smeared lip gloss all over the back of the van but I am sure it was easier to get out than wood glue! We have some if you need to borrow it:) I love being a parent!!!
oh my. way to go travis middle name patience snyder.
Whit: Thanks for the concern... but Luke is my boy no matter what. Luckily the situation got so over the top that the only option was for it to be funny.
Alissa: that's awesome Taj is a karate boy too. Maybe he and Luke can form some crime fighting club. I'll be on the look out for karate dogs!
angie: I don't know about patience. If you were an observer in the Walmart parking lot you probably would have had your hand on your cell ready to call the cops on me. For a few moments my facial expression was deadly.
Hey there. This is your cousin Amy. I found your blog through grandpa's blog. Your family is so cute!! How old is Luke now? You can find our blog at heywoodclan.blogspot.com
i'm not sure one post a month is going to keep your house from burning.
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