The Best

This story is from around Thanksgiving this year. We traveled to North Carolina to visit Anita's family. On the way there, we stopped to eat lunch and first thing, Conner and I went to the bathroom. He went into one stall, and I went into the one beside him.

Both of us are standing there peeing when out of nowhere he says, "Daddy. I love you."
"I love you too Conner" I said, somewhat awkwardly, as this seems far from the place to be passing endearments.
Conner replied, "Dad. You're the best."
I couldn't help myself and said, "No, you're the best."
He hesitated only a second and said, "You're right. I am the best."


It was quite possibly one of the funniest exchanges I have ever had with another person , and it was all with my four year old. It's amazing how much they take you off guard sometimes. I about died laughing because it was so unexpected and so freaking clever. Ahhh, this boy. I tell ya.

Boy Problems

Okay, this is a story that happened last week and it is definitely one that needs to be recorded for future embarrassment and all that good stuff.

I was inside working on Monday afternoon and the boys were outside playing and Anita was was outside cleaning up ... I guesss... I'm not exactly sure what Anita was doing. It's rather immaterial actually, so let's move on.

Suddenly, I hear crying and I can tell it is Conner. It's not the "I just got in trouble" kind of crying, but instead the "I'm hurt bad" kind of SCREAMING crying. I ran to the door, and Anita is carrying him in the house in her arms and of course, this immediately freaks me out. It is times like these when I wonder how mothers can be EMT workers, or first responders. They tend to freak out, act like every incident is the worst possible thing that has ever happened on the planet and at least in Anita's case, she doesn't TELL ME ANYTHING when I first ask, "What's wrong?" She just stands there horror stricken and panicky. I mean, as I'm running behind her, I want the rundown like they do on ER as the doctors are running beside the stretcher on the way to the OR. You know, giving me the vitals machine gun style so I know what were dealing with. Anyway... back to the story.

Anita gets Conner to the living room and as she is laying him down she tells me that he was playing with the dumptruck and running behind it when it hit a hole, and he flipped over it, but the back part hit him in the groin. She said that he said he hurt his penis when she asked what was hurting.

Okay, so, now we at least have a description of the problem. The next issue was to determine how badly he was hurt. With him lying on the floor, Anita pulled his pants down and then started to remove his underwear so she could check out what was wrong. As soon as they were down and she started to move toward him he held his hands out in the air and screamed,
"DON'T TOUCH THE PENIS!".

Anita and I caught each others eyes at that point and tried HARD not to laugh. Eventually, we calmed him down enough to get a look and see that he did actually cut it a little and it was bleeding just a little bit. Poor guy. I meanwhile was kind of squirming and not really wanting to focus on the issue. We got a wet rag to put on it to at least help stop the bleeding and to clean him up and of course, that hurt and he screamed again, "DON'T TOUCH THE PENIS!" repeatedly.

Zach was so worried about him, he came over and patted him on the belly, and Conner - still crying -, said, "Don't touch me!" and so we asked him if he would like to hold Zach's hand. It was so cute, Zach just sat there and held Conner's hand while we cleaned him up.

Enough is Enough

Okay, so I know it has been months now since I've had a substantive update on the blog. It will be tough to do many over the next week because of the holiday, but I am going to rededicate myself to trying to get updates out here on a regular schedule. The problem I realize is that I like to make nice posts that look good and have pictures, but those take extra time and I am daunted by those. So... I figure, I will just try to make sure I am making updates, regardless of whether they have pictures or not and at least I can keep up with what's going on in our lives that way and also record the funny moments as they come along.