As you may have noticed, the posts are going to be sparse this week. I have a couple of major deadlines for various projects coming up and my attention is temporarily diverted elsewhere.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t share the little moments that hurt count.
I come home after a long day at work and I’m greeted with a heart warming smile as I walk through the door. After I was finished putting my coat and shoes away, I played with him and he clapped his hands excitedly. Father walks in door, kid smiles, hugs and kisses ensue…
It was a Hallmark moment if ever there was one. Well, except for the angry and frustrated wife stewing on the couch with chicken nuggets and a glass of wine because he had been a horror show all day.
But no sooner did I sit down on the couch to watch Baby Einstein’s “Santa,” than Will decided he was going to bust my chestnuts. Literally.
He loves to pull himself up to a standing position nowadays by grabbing onto whatever will support his weight. In this case, he was using my pantleg. I thought it was cute how he’d get halfway up and then fall over with a smile. Well, I don’t think he appreciated me laughing at him because all of a sudden he reached up and instead of grabbing my pants, he took hold of my scrotum and yanked himself into a standing position with great gusto.
Oh well, at least it made MJ smile.