Your whole life you've heard it and you finally get to say it. The anticipation has literally taken decades and finally the moment is here. You weren't sure if it would happen when your kids were 3, 12 or maybe it wouldn't even be your kids. You just knew you had to have your moment. And you knew it would be awesome. Sarcastically you had been practicing your whole life and now the moment had finally arrived. I pulled the parent moment of a lifetime; the stop short. Not the Seinfeld stop short, the parent stop short. Quinny pulled a "don't make me stop this car" infraction. When I heard it I slowly pressed the brake, but being that we were in the country and my instantly recognizable reaction to the don't make me stop this car years of catching a short break nose pressed against my father's driver's seat I knew in an instant it deserved a more serious breaking and a raising of the voice with a well practiced, "Son, don't make me stop this car! Now apologize to your brother!" Both Carrie (totally not needed) and Quinny apologized to Gavin. Seriously, Carrie, I was speaking to Quinny. The stop short has so much power. It was awesome; a moment I wish I had the video camera. We could've caught that in HD. And man, does that work! The look on Quinny's face. He was done. The shenanigans were over. He was sincerely sorry and immediately took it down a notch. I'm not sure what it takes to make eagle scout but I am pretty sure that's one of the badges for Eagle Parent.
After the car incident we had another snowy weekend. I don't think when we moved here we realized how close we were to the north pole. Did you know that our house is only a few hours drive? It seriously snows here at least once a day. It's March, people, March. Enough already. It's snowed so much Quinny is actually starting to become helpful in the shoveling department. Normally he just throws the snow in places you've already cleared. You know, helping. This last time he was actually shoveling to the side and dumping into the grass. Progress! So much so, that it's translated into controlled cleaning. He's worked his way up to full command of the vacuum. Check out the video I shot of him actually cleaning our floors. He's in training and he doesn't even realize he should be getting an allowance for this! I think this might be a sign we all need to get out of the house - bad. Redrum! Redrum! Redrum! It's a good thing there isn't an axe in the house.
I don't know if it's fair to blame winter but I know Stinky, Gavin and myself are all putting on the weight around here. Gavin is putting on the pounds and Quinny is shooting up like a string bean. He's back into a skinny phase. He usually plumps out and then goes straight up and loses the gut and then goes back to packing on the pounds. I got him dressed for school yesterday and totally had him in high waters. He threw a major fit getting dressed. He wants to wear his Packer jersey every day. I know. Who can blame him? I want to wear my jersey too. Anytime I let him dress himself he wants his red Badger warm up pants and his Packers jersey. That works for me, but his mother thinks he should match. He does right? Champion football teams from Wisconsin. That matches. So he's wailing away in his high waters and his mother comes to the rescue and tracks down a more suitable outfit. In short I'm playing this dad role perfectly.
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