Fathers Day

So what does a dad want to do on Fathers Day? Drive to his favorite hot dog joint at 10am. Then go for frozen custard by 11am. Then go train watching. Then race while waiting for more trains. Examine bugs. Cute.

Summer? Not Yet.

So up until this week, we haven't had a summer in Chicago. Rainy. Barely making it to 70 degrees. Just kinda lame to be wearing sweaters in June. But it's finally starting to heat up a bit. Nick asked if it was summer and I told him "almost". I was thinking official summer solstice this weekend. But he came back with "No it's not. You said the baby will come when it's summer and the baby isn't here yet!" Hmmmm, that makes sense.

So last night I woke up and wasn't feeling well, so figured I was in labor. (Anything slightly off these days and I think I'm in labor). Was telling this to Chris this morning and how I go around saying how ready we are for the baby, but when I actually thought it was happening last night all I could think was "I'm not ready! I still need to paint the closet and finish a project at work!" Chris agreed he wasn't ready yet either. He needs to recharge his batteries, that have been draining from work. But not Nick. He was quietly listening to this exchange and went straight to the belly to say "Come on out baby! I'm ready for you!"

Orphans?

Whenever we see bigger kids (ages 8-13) out by themselves or walking together, Nick gets really worried. "Where are their mom and dads?" He can't imagine a world where he gets to go out without one of us. It's really pretty sweet and touching, but funny to think in a few years he'll be one of those big kids!

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Dinner Talk

We apparently need to rein in some of our dinner table talk. It's usually the first chance Chris and I get to catch each other up on "need to knows" before Nick starts in with games. The other night I was catching him up on my doctor appointment. The next day at school one his teachers somehow knew all the details of my appointment too! Seems little sponge boy had gone to school and repeated everything. Even the stuff I didn't think he'd understand to tell anyone. Ohhh, what else must they hear about us?!

Older Brother

Nick and I were hanging at Julius Meinl the other day (I needed a cold drink, he needed an expensive piece of cake) when we ran into our neighbor. Somehow we had never met his kids before. He has an older boy and younger girl. I asked the boy if he could give Nick some advice about being a big brother. Here it is, from a 6 year old's mouth - "Don't use your sister as a punching bag." Wow, that was honest. And probably very good advice. His dad looked like he would pass out on the spot. I just laughed. Little Nick, not even sure what he was thinking. Probably something like "hmmm, I should have orderd one of the mango smoothies like they did."

Heaven

What is heaven? Heaven is Paradise Pup. It's a hamburger joint in the burbs open Mon-Sat from 11am-5pm. Always a line out the door. I've been craving it for weeks, but we finally got there this past weekend. They have the most delicious cheese fries - with Merkt's cheese spread. Then a berry raspberry shake. The boys were trying to get their hands on my shake and offering to "share" theirs. Uh, no. My belly could not have been happier. It's what it's been needing for weeks. Sigh. Dreaming of the next time we get to go.

Remind me when you come to visit and we'll make a special stop.

Boy's Night Rocks!

So I've told you all about Boy's Night. Five boys get together every other week at one house while the other houses rejoice in the quiet! What do boys do for 4 hours on Boy's Night? Go to the park, wear themselves out, say the words not allowed at school (poop, stupid, idiot) and then refuel with ice cream! Then they come home, take a bath, cry that they want to stay dirty and collapse into bed. What do parents do on Boy's Night? After dancing the jig of joy, they peel themselves off the couch and head to the movies where they watch "The Hangover" and spend 90 minutes laughing and gasping.