Daddy's Fish BowlA Clear View Of A Father's Family Experiences

Tre Pretending To Cry

My Dad has been down visiting for about 1 week now and surprisingly the kids haven’t broken him yet.  I think he’s close, but he’s still hanging in there.  It takes a special kind of person to be able to deal with the high energy output and shenanigans of my kids and so far he’s holding up to the task.   Keeping up with these kids is tough for me, so I can only imagine the burden that’s placed on an old fart like my Dad (let’s see if he reads this post).  He has given baths, been shot with Nerf bullets unexpectedly, and has cooked food only to have it thrown on the floor.  He’s been to numerous parks, participated in foot races, and played basketball & football for the first time in probably 30 years.  But none of these hardships compare to his greatest battle of conquering the heart of a little guy named Tre. For some reason, the boy has a love/hate relationship with my Dad.  Its so funny to watch and due to my Dad’s resilience it’s quickly turning into a love/love relationship.

So yesterday I wrote this post and by the time I got home, was seriously considering posting a retraction.  I definitely put my foot in my mouth, but it was a pleasant surprise.  Read on to find out what happened.  If you’ve already read yesterdays post, just skip down to the highlighted “update” section to find out what happened.

Grandpappy, or my Dad as I call him is coming to visit.  His plane should actually be landing as I write this post.  He’ll be visiting for two weeks, so I’m sure I’ll be writing about his interactions with the kids during that timeframe.  I wish my Mom was coming as well, but unfortunately, these two NEVER travel together.  They say it’s because it’s difficult to get vacation days during the same time as each other.  I say it’s because when one of them is gone, the other is throwing all type of crazy parties, like a high school kid who’s been left at home without any supervision.  For that reason, I’ve installed super secret, high tech surveillance cameras (smile for the camera Mom) in my parent’s home, to ensure that dance fever is kept to a minimum.  But that’s not the point of this post; you know I go off on tangents from time to time.  Since my Dad is coming, it got me to thinking about grandparent names and how unusual ours are.  When the kids were born, I was thinking a simple grandma and grandpa would do, but nope, not my parents, or Fefe’s either for that matter.