Friday, April 1, 2016
I was going to type this up last night but I started throwing up. How's that for a hook?
Before I move on, a quick word about the process of vomiting—and it is just that—a process. Very few of us spontaneously hurl, as usually we're provided warning signs anywhere from minutes to hours prior to the ultimate act of yelling yogurt. I'm here to tell you though, somebody paid for express delivery on this one. I went from enjoying a beer on a beautiful Thursday evening, preparing a nice black bean soup (with bacon, where you leave the grease in the soup and it's freaking delicious) to bedazzling the bedpan in less than two hours.
Sorry, I tend to trend graphically in this forum and I do want you to read on, so I'll stop there. It's just interesting how, when the human body encounters a breach of security, it goes through a sort of NORAD Defcon level progression. And not to worry, feeling much better today.
I was planning on featuring my two daughters in this post, since during April the older kid turns 21 and the younger, 16. It's a big milestone and they've been subjects, sometimes willing but usually not, of numerous posts over the past seven years, Accordingly, I've decided my gift to them is Seinfeldian in nature—the gift of nothing—no interviews or greatest hits. You're welcome, darling angels.
Alas, most of the cute stories, the mispronunciations and heart-tweaking sentiments, the naive perceptions of life on Earth, have slowly evaporated with each passing season. And like many of my friends also experiencing this, I've tried to embrace the evolving nature of parenthood, from hands-on to hands-off in fairly short order.
April fools! Here are the top five quips from each daughter since this blog started back in 2009:
Older daughter (I'll call her Hermione):
3) December 5, 2011 (age 16)
Hermione: "Hey, Dad, I can see your butt crack,"
Me (I'll call myself Ryan, either Reynolds or Gosling): "Okay, do you want me to put down this hammer and this really small nail and this huge string of lights that's teetering on collapse and get down from this stool and pull up my pants? Huh? Is that what you want?" No answer. "Just look the other way or something." I pounded. I taped. I failed. I pounded some more. I swore some more. I pounded. Finally, success.
Hermione: "Dad, guess what? We filmed you on my phone."
Ryan: "You filmed me? Are you serious?"
Ryan: "You filmed the whole butt crack conversation, too?"
2) January 12, 2011 (Age 15)
Ryan: "It looks really short."
Hermione:"Dad, don't worry. I'm wearing spandex underneath, so even if it gets hiked up, no one can see anything."
Ryan:"You only need to touch your nose to hike that thing up."
Hermione: "Dad, just wait until you see me with it on. You'll feel much better."
1) March 30, 2010 (Age 14)
Ryan: "If you could change anything about your first ten years, what would you change?"
Hermione: "When I was four, I wouldn't have peed on the floor of my room and wiped it up with your towel and put it back, thereby forcing you to dry yourself with my urine.
Ryan: "I wish you could change that too."
And now for the younger child (let's call her Chrysanthemum)
3) February 29, 2012 (age 11)
Chrysanthemum: "I let Autumn borrow my deodorant in gym today. I know I probably shouldn't do that, but I sort of feel sorry for her because she smells like..."
Hermione, interrupting: "Seriously, you guys, I was looking at my stomach in the mirror this morning and my two-pack is looking so good..."
Chrysanthemum, interrupting: "You just interrupted me."
Hermione: "Sorry. But really, check this out (exposing her bare stomach). Is this not a highly-defined two-pack?"
Chrysanthemum: "I don't care about your stomach. Can I finish talking please? Thank you...I forgot what I was talking about. Anyway, Ashley and Jonah are dating now, so there making it Facebook official tonight and then they're...
Hermione, interrupting: "Ewww! There's something in my Au Jus!"
Chrysanthemum: "You just interrupted me again! And it's a piece of bread. Stuff gets in your Aus Jus all the time! Look at mine. It's got stuff in it, too. Now listen to what I'm saying!"
Older Daughter: "I think I need a bang trim."
2) August 21, 2009 (age 9)
Chrysanthemum: "You know what I want for dessert?"
Ryan: "You mean gelato?"
Chrysanthemum: "No Dad, I mean gilletto. Come on. You've had it a lot."
1) July 13, 2009 (age 9)
Chrysanthemum: "Dad, tell mom to change her clothes. She listens to you."
Ryan: "What are you talking about?"
Chrysanthemum: "Dad, Mom has a doctor's appointment, and the doctors and nurses are going to be really embarrassed to see her in her brown sweater with huge buttons. She looks super ugly."
Ryan: "People in our family are allowed to dress any way they want, including you."
Chrysanthemum: "But I always wear really pretty things."
Ryan: "Just leave your mom alone."
Chrysanthemum: "Just tell her to change her sweater, then. She can leave her pants on."
Ryan "I have to get back to work. Just let it go."
Chrysanthemum: "Okay, but you have a really unattractive wife going out in public."
Happy birthdays, my beautiful girls.