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December 15, 2004

Tall Tales

Last night, Misty and I learned just how creative a four-year-old can be.

We were sitting at the dining room table having dinner, when Noah came up with a story like none I have ever heard.

Two years ago, when I was a little boy, Rudolph knocked me over while I was walking. And then he ran me over. Then, when I was on the ground, he peed on my head. And then Sam. And then Luke.

At the end of this tale, he let out a big laugh, which let me know that he was very proud of what he just said. Misty and I just looked at each other, trying to figure out how to respond. I was the first to find my tongue and I asked him if that really happened. He got very solemn at that point and said that it did. And then started laughing again.

I started to worry a little bit about the fact that he was telling some awfully tall tails, but then I started to think about it. Most of these things have happened to him, happened to someone close to him or he has heard about it in the last couple of days.

To break it down...

"Two years ago, when I was a little boy..." - Well, that part is true. He was a little boy two years ago. Even littler than he is now.
"...Rudolph knocked me over..." - He has a stuff Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, which he had tripped over earlier in the day. We made a big deal out of Rudolph knocking him down.
"And then he ran me over." - Well, Noah has never been run over by a reindeer, but we venerate the fact that Grandma did in song every Christmas.
"Then, when I was on the ground, he peed on my head." - Well, that didn't happen to Noah. It happened to me. He and I were wrestling in the living room a couple of nights ago and Luke peed on my head.
"And then Sam. And then Luke." - These are his partners in crime. Of course he is going to bring them into the story somehow.

This one sounds a bit more like his imagination running wild with some things that he had seen recently.

Aside from the outlandishness of this story, I think we have one thing going for us... With the big belly laughs he lets out when he is done, it should be pretty easy to tell when his imagination is working overtime.

December 12, 2004

Wanna Wrestle?

Noah has gotten addicted to playing with me over the last couple of weeks. Up until about a month ago, he was more interested in playing with his toys at night than what I was up to.

Now, as soon as I walk in the door at night or as soon as we clear off the table, he is right beside me asking me if we are going to play tonight. Of course, I always tell him yes.

As soon as I get into the living room, he pretends to throw me on the ground and then for as long as we have, which is usually about an hour, we wrestle around. I usually spend a lot of time tickling him and he screams and tries to tickle me back.

I really enjoy this time. I hope that he doesn't grow out of it.

But then again, I can't see myself wrestling around with my father at this age.

December 10, 2004

Its Friday...

You know what that means?

For the next two days, I don't have to be me.

I get to be Daddy and Honey. I would rather be those guys anyway.

There is something to be said for that.

December 06, 2004

Distance Learning

Noah has always been one to try to learn new things. Tonight, I found him working on a new skill...

After I got home, he stood up and announced that he needed to go potty. He ran in there and closed the door. He seemed to be taking a little longer than normal, so I went in to see what he was up to.

He was standing about two feet away from the toilet, peeing as hard as he could and trying to arc it in.

Do you know how hard it is not to be mad and laugh at the same time. I just couldn't do it.

The funny part about it is that I know that I used to do that when I was younger... The reason I know is that the first thing that came to my mind was what my father used to tell me...

"Step up, junior, its shorter than you think..."