"it's five o'clock now..."
Generally one imagines that dads and their children have a very special day together on Father's Day. While Lynn and the boys had a fun day today, Logan and I had a really great day.
The entire drive home from lunch and shopping all Logan talked about was riding his big boy bike when we made it home. Of course this was the heat of the day and we live in the armpit of hell and I really didn't want to sit outside and melt while he rode his bicycle. Plus, I didn't want him to get overheated or sunburned.
Well, we managed to talk our way into the house and away from the bike. BUT! not the helmet. Logan grabbed it, put it on and strapped it tight. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed the sunscreen off the counter, slathered his face, ears, arms and legs. Drank a glass of water and proclaimed, "Okay, I'm ready!" Meanwhile, Lynn snuck upstairs with a sleeping Caleb and was peeling paint off the walls before I could finagle my way out of biker duty. I just wanted to lay down for thirty minutes and rest my eyes!
At this point it was a few minutes after two. I told Logan it was still too hot and that at five o'clock we would go ride bikes. He seemed okay with the idea and went on about his way for a few minutes. I put my head down on the couch and closed my eyes. Not five minutes passed and I could feel a little face three millimeters from mine. "May I please go ride my bike?" "It's not five o'clock yet." "Oh." Then I heard chairs skittering across the tile in the kitchen. "What are you getting into?" "Nothing." So I listened...no rustling of paper or opening of cabinets..."nothing" was conceivable at that time.
"Mom, may I please go ride my bike now?" "Logan, it's not five o'clock yet." "Yes it is." "How do you figure?" "Look at the clock." This master mind of a child moved the minute hand on the one "regular" clock we have in our house to the FIVE! He can't tell time yet, but he recognizes his numbers. He was SO tickled with himself for thinking of this solution to his problem. I could hardly stand it myself. SO CLEVER. "Logan, it's still not five o'clock." "Yes it is." "Logan, I can tell time and it is not five o'clock. The little hand has to reach the five before it is five o'clock." "Okay." It was almost 3:45 at this point and I figured I'd finish folding my load of laundry while he moved the little hand to the five and then we'd go ride bikes.
Outside we went. He walked his bicycle down the driveway, hopped on and away he went. I sat in my lawn chair in the shade and watched him ride to his heart's content. Logan would ride down to his friend Daniel's house and then hop off turn his bike around and ride back to our house where he would hop off his bike again, crawl up into my lap and just sit and chat. Chat about the trees, the clouds, his baby brother. He'd say things like, "Mom, you're my best friend." "Isn't this fresh air nice?" "May I have a sip of your water?" and after he'd take a sip of my pomegranate/lemon water, he'd grimace and say, "Yuck! That water is sour, it needs some sugar!" I swear, every little thing he said just took my breath away.
When he decided it was too hot to ride any more, he helped me in the yard for a little while and then went swimming with Lynn and Caleb.
Tonight Logan is spending the night with his friend Daniel. He was so excited about it, when he and Daniel came home to get his pajamas and toothbrush, Logan grabbed his light saber and ninja turtle mask and gear and ran back to Daniel's sans pajamas or toothbrush. Lynn packed a bag and walked it down. When Lynn came back he said Logan gave him the biggest hug and kiss good bye. Then I realized I didn't get to hug Logan or kiss him goodnight! And my heart sank a little bit. I'm sitting here right now practically hoping he'll get home sick tonight and want to come home! When we were sitting together today, enjoying the fresh air, Logan corrected me when I referred to him as "baby." "Logan is your big boy. Wah Wah is your baby." I guess he's right. I wish there was a pause button I could push right now. I'm going to go count the minutes until tomorrow when I hear, "I really really missed you Momma. Did you miss me too?" then I'm probably going to burst into tears.
The entire drive home from lunch and shopping all Logan talked about was riding his big boy bike when we made it home. Of course this was the heat of the day and we live in the armpit of hell and I really didn't want to sit outside and melt while he rode his bicycle. Plus, I didn't want him to get overheated or sunburned.
Well, we managed to talk our way into the house and away from the bike. BUT! not the helmet. Logan grabbed it, put it on and strapped it tight. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed the sunscreen off the counter, slathered his face, ears, arms and legs. Drank a glass of water and proclaimed, "Okay, I'm ready!" Meanwhile, Lynn snuck upstairs with a sleeping Caleb and was peeling paint off the walls before I could finagle my way out of biker duty. I just wanted to lay down for thirty minutes and rest my eyes!
At this point it was a few minutes after two. I told Logan it was still too hot and that at five o'clock we would go ride bikes. He seemed okay with the idea and went on about his way for a few minutes. I put my head down on the couch and closed my eyes. Not five minutes passed and I could feel a little face three millimeters from mine. "May I please go ride my bike?" "It's not five o'clock yet." "Oh." Then I heard chairs skittering across the tile in the kitchen. "What are you getting into?" "Nothing." So I listened...no rustling of paper or opening of cabinets..."nothing" was conceivable at that time.
"Mom, may I please go ride my bike now?" "Logan, it's not five o'clock yet." "Yes it is." "How do you figure?" "Look at the clock." This master mind of a child moved the minute hand on the one "regular" clock we have in our house to the FIVE! He can't tell time yet, but he recognizes his numbers. He was SO tickled with himself for thinking of this solution to his problem. I could hardly stand it myself. SO CLEVER. "Logan, it's still not five o'clock." "Yes it is." "Logan, I can tell time and it is not five o'clock. The little hand has to reach the five before it is five o'clock." "Okay." It was almost 3:45 at this point and I figured I'd finish folding my load of laundry while he moved the little hand to the five and then we'd go ride bikes.
Outside we went. He walked his bicycle down the driveway, hopped on and away he went. I sat in my lawn chair in the shade and watched him ride to his heart's content. Logan would ride down to his friend Daniel's house and then hop off turn his bike around and ride back to our house where he would hop off his bike again, crawl up into my lap and just sit and chat. Chat about the trees, the clouds, his baby brother. He'd say things like, "Mom, you're my best friend." "Isn't this fresh air nice?" "May I have a sip of your water?" and after he'd take a sip of my pomegranate/lemon water, he'd grimace and say, "Yuck! That water is sour, it needs some sugar!" I swear, every little thing he said just took my breath away.
When he decided it was too hot to ride any more, he helped me in the yard for a little while and then went swimming with Lynn and Caleb.
Tonight Logan is spending the night with his friend Daniel. He was so excited about it, when he and Daniel came home to get his pajamas and toothbrush, Logan grabbed his light saber and ninja turtle mask and gear and ran back to Daniel's sans pajamas or toothbrush. Lynn packed a bag and walked it down. When Lynn came back he said Logan gave him the biggest hug and kiss good bye. Then I realized I didn't get to hug Logan or kiss him goodnight! And my heart sank a little bit. I'm sitting here right now practically hoping he'll get home sick tonight and want to come home! When we were sitting together today, enjoying the fresh air, Logan corrected me when I referred to him as "baby." "Logan is your big boy. Wah Wah is your baby." I guess he's right. I wish there was a pause button I could push right now. I'm going to go count the minutes until tomorrow when I hear, "I really really missed you Momma. Did you miss me too?" then I'm probably going to burst into tears.
posted by Amy at 9:45 PM
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