Every now and then I gets me a bad case o' Southern. It starts out with a little rain, like right now. A stormin' but not a blowin'. Just enough that you can sit out on the front porch without getting wet. When its hotter than a June Bug's ass outside, a little rain makes for a nice coolin' spell.
A good bottle of sour mash whiskey then adds to the evening, drenched with a little Co-cola from a glass bottle. Ice. Lots of ice. I'll stop by the kitchen and make a peanut butter and banana sandwich on the way out the front door. The wife motions for me to grab the gin bottle and the good crystal.
I pull out two chairs and place them close to the brick steps but just out of the trickle of rain that is still falling. Our old dog takes his place between us and sets a spell. The dusk falls to night and the neighbor's porch light is all I can see besides the ever present lightin' bugs.
Its cool out now and my wife swings her bare feet to the music coming from her I-phone. She don't say much. Just a soft smile and her big brown eyes.
The babies are asleep...
So is the dog.
I'm drifting in and out of dreams.
Life's good with a good wife.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Hot
Damn its hot. The heat index is 110 degrees today in Atlanta. The pool water is so warm that you can't stay in more than about 20 minutes. The concrete will bake your feet.
What do you do with an infant when it is scorching outside?
Nothing. You stay trapped inside hoping the air conditioner doesn't play out.
My five year old is going crazy. We tried to go get something to eat this afternoon but the car's air conditioner just wouldn't get it cool enough to stand driving. The metal on the roof of the car is too hot to touch.
There is a rumor that it might rain today, but there are no clouds in the sky. Yesterday it sprinkled for a while and my daughter and I danced in the rain in the front yard. It felt good and the clean air filled our lungs.
Poor baby. We'll just keep her inside.
What do you do with an infant when it is scorching outside?
Nothing. You stay trapped inside hoping the air conditioner doesn't play out.
My five year old is going crazy. We tried to go get something to eat this afternoon but the car's air conditioner just wouldn't get it cool enough to stand driving. The metal on the roof of the car is too hot to touch.
There is a rumor that it might rain today, but there are no clouds in the sky. Yesterday it sprinkled for a while and my daughter and I danced in the rain in the front yard. It felt good and the clean air filled our lungs.
Poor baby. We'll just keep her inside.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Late Night Sing-a-long
It was late when I got home tonight. That's happened a lot lately. I arrived just in time to put the children to bed. They were both washed and clean, smelling of flowers and strawberries. Both dressed in pink pajamas they each took their place on my lap, close together.
We sang songs. Taylor more than the baby...but she helped us by laughing. We sang about twinkling stars, magic dragons and cowboys. Cowboys was my idea. We did the Hokey Pokey with me holding the baby's arms and legs. What fun!
Marie put the baby down and I read books to Taylor. We love Fancy Nancy and a book about animals in the spring time. Grandfather Twilight will have to wait until tomorrow since it is late. That book is starting to show some wear. It is now committed to my memory but we must still see the pictures.
Together we talked about going to the mountains and how we might see a bear. We like bears. Many of our books are about forest animals like alligators and squirrels. We love alligators! It is fun to see the animals that we read about.
Taylor likes to jump on my head after books and we wrestle to the floor. A quick tuck and twenty kisses and she is asleep. Yet, I see her peak at me with her large green eyes as I close the door and say goodnight.
She'll sleep good...
Daddy will too.
We sang songs. Taylor more than the baby...but she helped us by laughing. We sang about twinkling stars, magic dragons and cowboys. Cowboys was my idea. We did the Hokey Pokey with me holding the baby's arms and legs. What fun!
Marie put the baby down and I read books to Taylor. We love Fancy Nancy and a book about animals in the spring time. Grandfather Twilight will have to wait until tomorrow since it is late. That book is starting to show some wear. It is now committed to my memory but we must still see the pictures.
Together we talked about going to the mountains and how we might see a bear. We like bears. Many of our books are about forest animals like alligators and squirrels. We love alligators! It is fun to see the animals that we read about.
Taylor likes to jump on my head after books and we wrestle to the floor. A quick tuck and twenty kisses and she is asleep. Yet, I see her peak at me with her large green eyes as I close the door and say goodnight.
She'll sleep good...
Daddy will too.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Raspberries
"What is that sound?"
"Don't know...where is it coming from, honey?"
"I think its in the baby's room."
"She's asleep...I just fed her and she was sound snoozing!"
"I better check..."
The great joy that I have with my children is watching them learn. My oldest cried at her first swim meet. She fell off her scooter six times in one day. She forgets the word "the" when she reads. But when she perfects a skill or learns something new the joy and happiness she shows will light up the room.
Baby Katie is learning, too!
Today, we are blowing raspberries.
Now for those of you that don't know what a raspberry is I'll walk you through it. Put your lips together and then let your tongue protrude between them. Then blow air past your tongue and lips to make a loud, wet, buzzing sound as your tongue flops around like a dead squid. That's a raspberry.
Katie is in her room practicing her new found skill. She is quite diligent and has been going "ppllllbbbbsssttttt!" for an hour know. I saw the look of determination in her little face. This is serious business, the blowing of raspberries. The crib is now showered with slobber.
Oh, I can't wait for church on Sunday!
"Don't know...where is it coming from, honey?"
"I think its in the baby's room."
"She's asleep...I just fed her and she was sound snoozing!"
"I better check..."
The great joy that I have with my children is watching them learn. My oldest cried at her first swim meet. She fell off her scooter six times in one day. She forgets the word "the" when she reads. But when she perfects a skill or learns something new the joy and happiness she shows will light up the room.
Baby Katie is learning, too!
Today, we are blowing raspberries.
Now for those of you that don't know what a raspberry is I'll walk you through it. Put your lips together and then let your tongue protrude between them. Then blow air past your tongue and lips to make a loud, wet, buzzing sound as your tongue flops around like a dead squid. That's a raspberry.
Katie is in her room practicing her new found skill. She is quite diligent and has been going "ppllllbbbbsssttttt!" for an hour know. I saw the look of determination in her little face. This is serious business, the blowing of raspberries. The crib is now showered with slobber.
Oh, I can't wait for church on Sunday!
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