Do you know the song These Are Days, by 10,000 Maniacs? Here it is. You should listen. And then you should be jealous because this is my life.
These are the days, ohh These are days, you'll remember Never before and never since, I promise Will the whole world be warm as this and as you feel it You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky It's true that you are touched by something That will grow and bloom in you These are days, you'll remember When may is rushing over you with desire To be part of the miracles you see in every hour You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky It's true that you are touched by something That will grow and bloom in you These are days These are the days you might fill with laughter until' you break These days you might feel a shaft of light make it's way across your face When you do you'll know how it was meant to be See the signs and know their meaning It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you
So yesterday Henry was supposed to be napping but instead he talked until I finally went in to get him out of his crib. He was obviously still tired so we laid down on my bed which usually turns into me almost losing an eyeball to his jabbing finger and him yelling, "WAKE UP, MOM-MOM!" until I finally get pissed enough to say screw nap, let's go play some more. But yesterday he fell asleep next to me and then he slept for two solid hours, which meant he got up from his nap at 5:30 p.m. Yeah. He usually goes to bed around 7:30 or 8 but I knew that he'd be staying up late so I decided we'd go to the Lansing Lugnuts game. It was Dollar Night so dinner would be dirt cheap and it was a beautiful, sunny evening.
Before the game, Henry yelled, "VERLANDER! IT'S VERLANDER!!" at the opposing team pitchers as they were warming up in the bull pen.
They had a moment of silence and prayer for the victims and survivors of the bombs in Boston. I held Henry tight and he gave me kisses on my nose. I held him even tighter a moment later when we were singing the National Anthem and the words, "bombs bursting in air," came out of my mouth. Then Henry said, "mom-mom stop singing" and wiggled out of my arms so he could run to see the Latino, A farm team version of Verlander.
We ate dollar hot dogs and drank $4 bottles of water and shared a $3.75 soft pretzel.
Henry had promised to help me score the game but I didn't even get to write down one name on the scorecard. That's okay kid, next time.
During the first inning the umpire slipped on the grass and landed on his butt. Henry and I both saw it and we both cracked up.
And even though Henry wanted to leave, demanded to leave, after the second inning, somewhere in there I realized that this is exactly where my life should be.
Turtle light bad bad turtle light
Go green
No turtle light no go green
Go blue
Hail hail hail
Victorrrrrrrrrrrs
Turtle light airplane in the suh-ky sky sky suh suh suh kyyyyy
pffffffttttpft poopy sounds turtle light
No want go Grayson's house
Mac-roni and cheeeese
Uh-oh uh-oh
oh ho ho ho ho HOOOOOO
Conq-ring heroes.
Moon moon moon
Plane not in the sky anymore turtle light
Sorry no throw rocks
pfffffft yeah Biz beat day.
I could go on but I am going to turn off the monitor and pretend he his napping.
Friday, April 12, 2013
This morning Henry got in trouble for coloring in the grout of the tile floor. He was asked a couple times to stop and when he didn't, he got the ol' time out treatment. It really wasn't a big deal except I don't want him coloring where he shouldn't be coloring. He already colored a little bit on his book case and I was too lazy to clean it up. Joke's on him though, he hates dirt and messy and every time he sees the crayon marks on the book case he freaks out a little bit with lots of, "uh-oh uh-oh"s and wanting to clean it up. Now that I know this, I refuse to clean it up and hope it serves a sort of reminder to him to not color on shit he isn't supposed to color on! The red crayon on the grout I couldn't leave so I scrubbed until it was all out. The only problem was that the cleaner I used not only got rid of the crayon, it also got rid of the dirt so now there is one very clean spot and the rest of it just looks filthy dirty. It is driving me crazy. The next time he visits his dad I'm going to be cleaning grout. Something to make the weekend without my son extra special.
