Genuine Boy was able to go into the doctor today for his 6 year old wellness check. The doctor went through the preliminary exam with the standard eyes, ears, nose and throat and discussed his height and weight. Then she told him what big muscles he had and…
Genuine Boy: I have big muscles but you can’t see my underpants!
Doctor: Well actually…
Okay that was not the worst part of the appointment. I little embarrassment was all that came of it. The worst part was explaining to the 6 year old child about a booster shot for the chicken pox. Actually, I take it back, there really was no explaining once the screaming started.
I wanted to explain to him what happens after he turns 40, but perhaps a strange woman seeing you in your underpants and jabbing you with a needle was trauma enough for one day.
The Question in case you were wondering is not the "meaning of life", but more along the lines of, "is it snowing?"
Well not exactly a shining, more of a shiner…
It’s not one of the biggest black eyes, but it is in a precarious spot on the left eye near the temple. We noticed it last night and it’s getting that really cool purple color to it now. Nobody really knows what happen and he won’t explain how it got there. I think he is covering for someone. Of course, it could be that his vocabulary includes about 4 words, my favorite being STOP! He doesn’t seem to be too upset by the shiner, but like I said he has a co-conspirator and you can get a couple guesses who that might be…
This is like the Butch and Sundance of the gang of four.
Somebody wore big boy pants all day today!!!
UPDATE: Oh yeah, I guess I did too.
Just reading about the controversial movie Houndog that is playing at the Sundance Film Festival. The movie portrays a 
young girl being raped and it has a large number of opponents to it being shown. I have to say it won’t be on my Netflix list or a rush to purchase the DVD, but the most amazing quote I read was little Ms. Dakota Fanning herself:
"I know my mom would take me to see it. You have to prepare your children for things that happen in the world. Everything isn’t rosy." ~ Dakota Fanning
I’m certain that your mother may be taking you to the movie, but not all of us play a person in a movie and are being paid lots of money to promote it. I’ll be preparing my children in other more constructive ways.
Photo: Evan Agostini / Getty
Tags: Houndog, Sundance Film Festival, Dakota Fanning
Yes, it has snowed here–AGAIN. Yes, it is as cold as it looks. Yes, I need to get out and shovel it–AGAIN.
Cabin fever has set in and it is beginning to make me speak to the walls. Of course, I do that in the middle of summer too. I need to take a chapter our of the bears guide to winter and hibernate. Wake me when the flowers start to bloom.
As we try to make some travel arrangement for a wedding on Daufuskie Island, we were interrupted by Genuine Toddler.
Genuine Toddler: It’s not cake Mom.
Mrs. G: Huh?
Genuine Toddler: It’s not cake.
Mrs. G: What’s not cake?
Genuine Toddler: [pointing]
Mrs. G: What is that?
Genuine Toddler: It’s not cake.
Mrs. G: Is that poop?
Genuine Toddler: Yep, it’s poop.
The chocolate looking frosting coming from the bottom side of the sweats he had on was indeed not cake. My only real question is how he knew?
Our own version of the blogging press corps. My little professional bloggers.
As our roles change so does our language. In the old days when I was single, and not burdened with the idea of having to be responsible for others, and without a care in the world, I spoke differently and the meanings of words were different.
It used to be when a single guy used "protection", it meant that he would glove up, while for the Dad, gloving up has nothing to do with contraception and everything to do with rubber gloves while changing diapers, or protection in the sense of placing your hand over your junk while the kids jump onto the bed.
When a single guy hear about long necks, it conjures up thoughts of sitting at the bar with friends and tipping back a cold longneck beer bottle and ordering another round.
When a Dad hears about a longneck, he has forgotten about that time when he could order a round and sit with friends at the local watering hole. A longneck to a Dad is nothing more that a reference to the type of dinosaur it was that the child saw on TV.
We Dads have a whole new system of speaking and understanding, but there are things that we all continue to just know. Can you imagine what that might be? Yeah, I thought you knew that is why I didn’t need to upload a picture. Although I wouldn’t mind if you shared a few pictures. I won’t tell I promise.
Genuine Boy: Mommy my head hurts.
Mrs. G: Why does it hurt?
Genuine Boy: My head is going to explode.
Mrs. G: I’m sorry.
Genuine Boy: Yeah, we learned too much in school and my brain got too big. We were busy as beavers.
I think I know what he means. I look back and see that I haven’t posted here and remember that I’m a blogger, not just a blog consultant, professional blogger, dad, husband, etc. Ugh, this ride is going way too fast!
The BoB Awards are set to take nominations on February 2, and the process will go through March 19. This year we have some great prizes!!! Think about getting your BoB Award 2006 in Las Vegas!! You heard it here first but you have to go there to get the details! You heard it soooo early the details are not quite there yet. You get the full monty scoop!
