“Just the Two of Us”

This is mine and Lincoln’s current bedtime jam. In the most softest of voices (and when he doesn’t want to go to bed when I want him to), he’ll mumble “Can you play ‘Just the Two of Us?’. How can I resist this?

It’s the only song in my Will Smith category so it will play over and over again. BUT close to the end of the first play, Lincoln will look up at me with these big eyes and just smile.  And then he’ll immediately tell me that the song is over and climb into his bed.

It’s one of my very favorite things and something I want to always remember from this period of time.

My Train

My parents gave me everything they could growing up. (which became just my Mom as I had adolescence). I wanted for stuff like most kids did but I think I knew early on that nothing extraordinary was going to just be given if it wasn’t a necessity.

One thing I always wanted something special and that was just mine under the Christmas tree. I had forgotten about this until seeing my brother in laws at Thanksgiving this year. I looked around for one and had it in my Amazon cart until I thought we had spent to much already on the holiday and took it out…to be bought later (if ever).

All kinds of boxes show up at my house betwen October and December between Becky’s fall show and holiday packages. One big one came in and I hardly wanted to bring it inside with the other 3 that came in that day.

But what had my lvoely wife ordered me? But my very own POLAR EXPRESS train for the Christmas tree.

I love her 🙂

And I love it!

My Boy is 3!

Happy 3rd birthday to my son, LCW. You are going to go far in this world. Daddy loves you.

My favorite 3 things about you

1.Your poses and expressions – hand on face, making chewing faces with your tongue, etc

2. Your gentle and soft voice

3. How rambunctious you are getting (i think you may actually believe you can knock me over when we rough house)

The Bird is the Word

I’ve been trying to explore our little town more lately with the kids. There are so many small things we drive by every day that are probably fascinating them but we just pass by as adults. Linc has been into vehicles for the past 2 years and Emerson noticed the traintracks through the trees on our way back from soccer camp EVERY day the week before. There are train tracks in Thompsons Station right by a local restaurant called Circa so one evening before sundown, that was my chosen adventure.

I chose well! They loved walking on the tracks (which I am not 100% sure are inactive) and there is an old train model that you can climb onto (and down and back on and down as they had me do). I had to include a little bit of safety like what to do if the signal DID come down and we got a few practice rounds in (also, Mom was NOT present for this adventure as she probably wouldn’t have approved and I only told her about AFTER we were home safe and sound).  Anyway, the kids probably did a 1/2 mile walk on and around the tracks each direction. That’s an eternity for kid attention span in my house.

I’d be remiss to skip past the subject of this story. There was what I assume was a family of birds by the tracks – a mom and two of the smallest birds I’d ever seen. The kids were not TRYING to torture ther birds but they have always wanted to catch a bird and hold it. I do not know the reason but no bird has been willing so far. I wonder why…One of the baby birds was a few feet away from the kids on the rocks by the track when the kids decided to chase after it. I was nearby when the little baby bird was running, lost its balance and toppled over. And then was still. Completley still. Had my kids inadvertently caused this bird’s death? Had it small little neck and bones broken by falling just right onto the rocks? The bird was still still. And I swear the momma bird a few yards away was singing a tune trying to call her baby. And my kids had killed it…The bird was still and the kids thought it was sleeping. “Yes”, i said. They tried to get closer but I used my “Dad” voice to keep them back and then prodded them back behind this little area behind a vehicle. I don’t know what I expected to see.

The momma bird coming over and seeing that her baby was dead and doing detective work and having a vendetta against my family forever?

We sat and watched for a few minutes as the kids sang lullabies to the sleeping bird. Eventually, I got them distracted by something else and we walked the other direction. Then, Emerson remembered the bird and we turned around. The bird was gone. Gone! It had been playing dead after falling (didn’t know they did that). I did not see the bird again (the reunion with the family must have been AWESOME and I bet he/she chirped out the entire ordeal).

So crisis averted…we wont’ be having a remake of “The Birds” at my house anytime soon.

 

Silly Songs…

Or maybe not so silly. After a tiring day on top of a tiring week, I was trying to catch some of Game 6 of the Finals while the kids did everything in their power not to let that happen. All of the sudden my daughter (in full on princess dress) goes off on this 20 minute original song that went something like this…

“Never gonna stop showing you what I have”

“Never gonna stop doing what I love”

 

Emerson – 1, NBA game – 0.  Super proud of her originality but especially her spirt. You’ve got so much to show the world, girl!

The Williams World