Father to Son
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
We have a staircase running up the back of our house. Halfway up, there is a landing where the stairs double back on themselves. On that landing, there is a window that looks out over the fields that lay beyond out tiny backyard area.
This weekend, my son stood in that window for an hour and a half watching tractors work to bail and wrap hay. He was entranced. He kept asking what the tractors were doing...where they were going...where they were...if he could go play with them...
I couldn't believe that something so simple had him entranced for that length of time...he can't even eat without being distracted...very cute though.
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Well, this past weekend, my son made me really mad for the first time ever. I'm a pretty steady and balanced person. It does take a lot to upset me, so it usually takes a good amount to get me unbalanced.
The situation itself was pretty innocuous, I was trying to get him to come upstairs with me to change his diaper. He wasn't happy about this - AT ALL - and when I finally got him, he took a swing and slapped me in the face. This, of course, has happened before, and usually it's not that big a deal (after all, I realize he doesn't really know what he's doing), but since I recently had a back surgery, and shouldn't have been picking him up in the first place, I became a bit unhinged. Of course, I didn't hit or drop him, or anything like that...I smoldered until he was clean and re-diapered, but he was very clear that I was not happy.
Afterward, he, realizing how unhappy I was with him, tried to make it up to me in his own way...he tried to climb on me as I sat on the couch to give me a kiss. He tried to tickle my feet as they were propped up on the coffee table. He tried to get me to laugh...
Of course, he was successful...how can you stay upset at something so cute...
