For those of you who don't know I am a super duper ultra mega "Luke" fan. I border on annoying (even to my wife) when talking about how crazy happy my little boy makes me. At least several times a day I feel like I will spontaneously combust. I know part of it stems from my own struggle "growing up" and like the Robin Williams Peter Pan from the bizarre film "Hook" my happy thought really is being a Dad and is the only way I cope with adulthood.
So the following is a collection of some short accounts of my life with Luke. Let me know your fave.
"Peter Pan Sleep Aid"
Over recent weeks Luke has developed an obsession with Peter Pan. On some days he will only allow us to call him Peter (In a british accent by the way.. Pee-tah) Heidi is "Tink", and I am "Hook". Well of course he is going to be Pan for Halloween and Heidi being the skilled artisan she is made his costume. His favorite detail of the outfit is the belt and scabbard for his knife. He has progressed into using an actual toy knife. For weeks he used a medicine dropper that he tucked it into his diaper. The only problem with this is he is so passionate about his Peter Pan stuff it makes him naughty. One night we put him to bed without his Pan gear because he was being so bad. He ended up crying and crying. After about 90 minutes I went in and knelt by his bed... he proceeded to grab both sides of my face and with all the sincerity he could muster looked at me and said "Dada please, dada please Pee-tah Pan sword. Please."
Of course I relented, gave him his knife and scabbard and left the room. I walked into a silent room 60 seconds later to find this picture. He was out like a light.
"BM Breath"
Over the course of Luke's two and a half years I have had the opportunity of changing a few diapers. I am one of those dads that is willing to get down and dirty when needed. (sidenote: I have a few friends who have never changed their kids diapers... how did they pull that one off?) Well as most parents know, once the deed is done there is an immediate panic to dispose of the used diaper as fast as possible. I am particularly careful about where these dirty bombs end up so my typical routine is to drop it into a plastic bag, tie it, and then stick it in the outside garbage. This scenario seems harmless to the untrained but pay attention... once you place the diaper in the plastic bag and tie it you are left with a plastic bag poop balloon, because as you tie the top of the bag it retains the air. I repeat no matter how tempted you are, DO NOT squeeze the bag to get the air out. If you do, you will receive a shot of musty, warm, stink air. I kid you not, if poop had breath this would be it. I unfortunately have not heeded my own advice. Just the other day I did it not thinking and I received such a shot of BM breath that my head jerked violently and hit the side of the wall.
Heidi thought it was hilarious.
"Dad"
From a very early age Luke began testing out his terms for me. His current list contains, Travis, Dada, Dad, and Hook. However recently he only calls me "dad" with kind of a direct and forceful tone. This concerns me because he is ONLY 2 YEARS OLD! At this rate I will be reduced to "Travis" by the time he is 7, "Mr. Snyder" by the time he is 12, and "that old guy" by the time he is 16!
I still remember making the transition from Daddy and Mommy to Dad and Mom myself. It was a big deal to me! My older sister started calling them the shortened versions a few years earlier and I was so distraught when she did I had a conversation with her about it. Oh well he still loves me just in more professional way.
future stories:
"My Onesie Obsession"
"Workday"
7 comments:
The Peter Pan story is my favorite. I love that you just handed him the belt and you found him a minute later looking like he did in the picture. You are a super dad!
Like Heidi, I'm a fan of the Peter Pan story. I especially like the image of the pre-knife/scabbard days of a medicine dropper in the old diaper. I also can't help but see the Peter Pan connection he has with his dad AND grandpa...I just love all the Snyder boys. That said, I laughed out loud at the diaper breath story.
As a future (still can't believe this is actually true)mommy of a little boy, I appreciated both your blog's advice and sweet stories. It makes me even more excited to see what's in store for us.
And hey, make sure a picture of Luke in his Halloween costume makes it on the blog!
Wow, those were all amazing stories, the picture of Luke itself makes me want to cast a vote for it, but the diaper breath story actually made a horrible day a whole lot better, so I'd say its a tie. Either way it just proves what an awesome little family the Payson Snyders are.
1) If you're going to be hook, you better start growing your 'stache.
2) This may not come as a surprise to you... but Mitt Romney was apparently not "one of those dads."
3) I quickly learned to avoid poo's breath from picking up Jäger's crap day in and day out.
heidi: I'm not going to get too mushy in the blog world but you are the super mom.
Kalex: Good things the snyder boys dig you too. don't worry the luke halloween costume will make it to the blog.
jack: thanks dude. remember you have a standing invite to join the payson snyders anytime!
marc: I've currently got a beard so it will have to do. Mitt may be rich but he can't deal with a diaper what a woosey and I'm glad your first born son helped train you for your real son. (i am still annoyed by that blog by the way.)
The Peter Pan story wins for me as well. Luke is such a cutie.
Ok... what a cutie! Matt and I seriously miss that little guy (and you and Heidi also!). Tell Heidi she continues to amaze me with how talented she is and p.s. Matt has never changed a diaper in his life. That is about to change...
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