Double Trouble

During our lives there are moments that we wish we could take the pain away from our children so they do not have to suffer. Yesterday was one of those days for me. The weather was nice and warm so we packed up in the mini van and zoomed over to the local park, which has a water works area. Samuel and Andy enjoyed the water works for about 5 to 10 minutes then Andy ran over to the actual playground.

In today's society everything has to be safety oriented no matter how unsafe it is. Well at the playground instead of having dirt, or even rocks (like when I was a kid :o) they have the blue rubber squares with holes in them that is a little bouncy. This is so when the kids fall off of the playground equipment that has huge walls on it so they cannot fall off. Well because of how the soft squares are designed it also traps in hot air and the squares become extremely hot.

Andy zoomed over to the playground and as soon as he got on these squares he took just a few steps and s tarted screaming and running back crying. I just assumed that it was hot and it scared him so I went over there with him just to find out it was way too hot. The rubber itself was not so much hot but when it depressed down with the steps the holes in it became extremely painful.

I kept kissing his feet better and even put his crocks on so he could continue to play but he just stayed at the bench with me and cried. Finally after about 20 minutes of not being able to settle him down I looked at his feet again because they were still red and he had 7 blisters on them. He cried so much that he ended up crying himself to sleep in the car home.

Well that afternoon while GeGe called to talk with Andy to see how he was doing and Samuel was pretty upset because she did not want to talk to him right off. Well when we got of the phone with her Samuel was in the kitchen and I yelled from the living room "Samuel, what are you doing." Which then all you could hear was some quick rustling of stuff and then a long pause with a big breath. To find out he was playing with the coffee maker, who knows why because he would not give me a reason, and he had turned on the heat pad and just grabbed the bottom to push it back when I yelled. He managed to burn 2 fingers and put huge blisters on them. He cried and cried and no matter what I did it would hot help. After 20 minutes of crying he finally took my advise and went to lay down.

So I went and joined him to hold him and sing to him when Asher started to cry in the kitchen which Samuel said in a broken voice, "Daddy, go take care of Asher ok." Even in his pain he is a caring brother always watching out for the other two. After feeding him I went back and held Samuel again while crying and started blowing on his fingers which took away the pain just enough that Samuel fell asleep.

I personally think he burned his hand on purpose so he could talk with GeGe more. :o) I remember how much it hurts to burn your hands and get blisters and in moments like these wish the pain could belong to me. They rely on me for kissed to take away the pain for everything else but these kisses just make them hurt more.

Softball

Well it looks like we have made our rounds. I started this blog talking about softball and here I am again talking about softball almost a year later.

Anyway, Mommy lets me play softball and she typically brings the boys to watch. They love watching me run out in the outfield, and they go crazy when I get up to bat or am running the bases. Well in today's game, they got there late and did not get to see me bat or run but, and because I was the Designated Hitter, I stayed in the dug out and kept score, which I am no good at, but someone has to do it. :o)

Well every time we switched field with the other team the boys would always run up to me and tell me "Good Job Daddio" or "I am so very very proud of you." I tell ya, even if I struck out, missed every hit to me, and threw the ball to the wrong base these boys would be there to cheer me on and lift me up. They think I am the greatest at Softball. Which I did get a comment this game that I am one of the only people they know who can hit a infield ball and still make it to first or something like that. I personally think it is because I am left handed and have a shorter distance to run than most batters plus with the way I swing I already have the momentom going for the run. :o) Either way the boys don't care, they just want to see Daddio play ball!

John Denver

So yesterday the boys were being loud and playing in the living room. I was out at the store at the time but Mommy said that it all the sudden got quite so she got worried thinking that the boys were getting into something they were not suppose to since when they do things they know they are not suppose to they become "Super Spies" and are quite. :o) Infact some times when I catch them doing something they are not suppose to and ask them what they are doing they say "Daddio, shhhh, we are playing supper spies and don't want Mommy to find out." :o)

Anyway back to the story. So Mommy came into the living room to see what was going on and the boys had turned on the TV to channel 5 (PBS/OPT) and there was a John Denver concert on. Both Samuel and Andy were mesmerized by it. When she asked what was going on Samuel replied, "Look Mommy it is my most favorite TV show" and pointed to John Denver.

So to all you John Denver fans, my boys are ones too. Now the funny part was when I came home Mommy was telling me the story and I had to ask her who John Denver was. :o) And she replied "He is one of my mom's favorite singers."

Knocked Up

Today while walking down the stairs at the hospital with the three boys, Samuel and Andy counting every step on their way down and me carrying Asher in his car seat over one arm, a younger female came up to me while I was holding open a door for the boys and said "So some one knocked you up too?" She then pointed to my hand on my "fatherly" belly which was sticking farther out since I was leaning back trying to counter Asher and the car seats' weight.

A few weeks earlier, I was getting onto Samuel for eating a lot of Easter candy and giving Andy a lot too. I cannot take a shower when there is candy hidden in the house, because they will find it. Anyway Samuel looked at me with a sad face and siad "But Daddio, I just want to have a big belly just like you."

A few days earlier I was at an AFTB function and saw a lady I had not seen in almost 2 years. Last time she saw me I had long hair, a bushy beard and a grizzly bear. Well maybe not the bear but you get the point. I had to stand up for something and while I was going to sit back down she said "who Rusty you are really starting to look like a dad now especially with that 'fatherly' belly you are getting." I informed her that I had to grow it to hold the babies on since I do not have hips.

I guess my time has finally come, not running anymore and staying at home has finally taken a toll on me. But at least I have my sexy legs, which is an actual comment I have received from a few women lately. My favorite was at a volunteer training where they had a 45 minute meditation class to help us learn a few things to clear our minds before teaching and one was walking around a room slowly looking at the floor with soft music playing. The lady walking behind me could not stay focused and had to ask me to move over because as she said: she thought my legs were sexy and kept on starring at them ultimately distracting her. :o)