March 26, 2006
the business end of this blog
Good lord I’m tired. Wade’s flight was five hours late yesterday, and it was five too many hours. He came in last night, and I said, “How was your trip?”
“Great,” he said, “except for this ONE crazy thing. You will NEVER believe this . . .”
“Okay!” I said. “I’m going to bed. I love you, glad you’re home, see you in the morning.” And I went immediately to sleep.
Tonight I only have enough energy to tell you about some important blog business. First is this: both Candace and I are taking a break from In the Trenches, for various personal reasons, and we’re looking for a few good parents to help. If you are interested in writing a post (or several!) or have something you’ve already written and would like to contribute, please contact us at inthetrenches3 at yahoo dot com, or contact me directly at fridayplaydate at cox dot net.
Second is this: thanks to all of you who have e-mailed with your comments and compliments about Inkstains. If you’ve not been to see the site, go! Now! Really! And if you are interested in contributing, please contact us at emailinkstains at gmail dot com, or (again!) contact me directly. We’re looking for smart, thoughtful, well-written essays on–well, pretty much anything. We are also always interested in hearing your responses to current posts. Think about it–and get back to us.
Finally, to make up for all this boringness, I have this: we met Wade’s parents for brunch today (this was three days in a row that we ate out with my mother-in-law, and the sixth restaurant meal I have eaten since Thursday, not including the restaurant leftovers I reheated for lunch yesterday. But I digress).
We got the boys some waffles, and then Wade decided that they maybe needed something more substantial (I have no idea what he thought I fed them all weekend–crackers, apparently). So he took Charlie around to all the various “stations” and then came back with a HUGE plate of food–wild rice and chicken and cheese and fruit and a biscuit and I don’t know what all else. I assumed it was Wade’s plate and he was going to share some of it with Charlie. Imagine my surprise when he plunked the ENTIRE plate in front of Charlie and went off to get his own food.
So Charlie is eating and eating and EATING, and singing a little song about what he’s eating and bouncing around in his chair (and yes, he fell off the chair, but that’s really NOT the point of the story). Henry has finished his waffle and has eaten a roll and is peacefully drinking his milk and looking around. And Wade starts asking if he can get him anything else to eat–chicken? potatos? ANYTHING?
Finally, Wade goes and gets a plate of pasta (plain! no butter! no sauce!) and brings it to the table; he puts it down between Henry and Charlie and says, “Look, buddy! Noodles! Just like Mommy makes! Want some?”
Henry says, “No thank you, Daddy.”
And Charlie says, “I’LL have some, THANKS!”
I am going to have to go back to work just so I can FEED that kid.
(Henry ate one noodle; later, he said, “I didn’t like it, but I didn’t hate it. And I ATE it.” I was very proud.”)
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March 26th, 2006 at 10:28 pm, Kristen Says:
Man, Henry and Bryce could totally relate. Bryce thinks the world is out to get him with this constant pressure to “eat different foods” and “take in calories” - one noodle is always a triumph for him, too. And Charlie with the big plate of food and the bouncing…he and Quinn are two peas in a pod, too. You probably could have guessed both of those things by now, but it still always amazes me.
March 26th, 2006 at 10:37 pm, Susan Says:
Mmmm, peas . . . Charlie loves peas. Henry? Won’t touch ‘em.
And Kristen, I always find it reassuring that your boys are so much like mine. It makes me feel less like the Breeder of Freaks.
March 26th, 2006 at 11:51 pm, Joel s Says:
You’re totally not a breeder of freaks. I work in a daycare and your kids arn’t that abnormal. Ok, not ALL kids are super quirky, but most of them are. Doing things like colouring their bellybuttons green and making jokes about cooking random objects… kid are just nuts.
That’s all there is to it, they’re all totally loopy.
March 27th, 2006 at 6:58 am, Kara Says:
okay… i’m not a BAD cook, per se, but i’m all right. in the past week, my daughter has told me twice that she likes the buttered noodles that they make at the cafeteria at her school!!! better than the ones i make. so, in the food area, maggie is way more henry than charlie. heck, after reading your post, i think I’M more henry than charlie. i would have paid to see that!
March 27th, 2006 at 7:57 am, kyra Says:
hi susan!! i’m backin the swing of things and so happy to be back at fridayplaydate. thanks for the link to Inkstains! and, as always, i love hearing stories about your boys.
March 27th, 2006 at 8:57 am, Laura Says:
Your boys are so cute. At my house we say that someone must have a hollow leg, they are eating enough to try to fill it up. I don’t realize how bizarre that sounds to others, though. G. had a friend sleep over and I told her that she must have a hollow leg (the kids can eat amazing amounts of food) and she just looked at me somewhat appalled and said, “I have what??”
Hee.
March 27th, 2006 at 8:24 pm, standing still for once Says:
“And, shortly thereafter, Wade followed Charlie into the bathroom where he helped him with his trousers so that Charlie could take the world’s biggest crap.”
Gads zooks. Welcome to the teen years Charlie. How about your very own large pizza. There you go son … have at it.
I love having a son, btw. MechanicalMan gets public restroom duty. Makes up for all that mother cow breastfeeding at all hours and in all places for the first 3 years.