Ah, after a night where my favorite football team ripped my heart out (again) (again), I’ll settle in and read a lighthearted ACB post. Maybe he’ll do a bit where he explains Groundhog Day to Olaf! It’ll be just what I ne-
(This hits close to home: my daughter would give me a running hug everyday when she got home from daycare once she learned to walk. Last week the hugs stopped. I’m fine. It’s fine.)
(Also, Llama Llama Red Pajama: ughhh. Don’t spend 80% of the book showing a kid how to be the worst and like one page saying “hey, you know, don’t”)
The first day sans hug, I dropped to my knees like I had been shot in a terrible 90’s movie. My wife looked at me like I had just watched a pet die. Parenting!
Had to carry my daughter downstairs this morning, and told her that I wouldn't be able to do this forever. She looked at me like I was crazy, even though she's 50 pounds and 5 years old. It's fine, I'm just tearing up thinking about Raya and the Last Dragon. (which I basically cried at for the last 15 minutes, even though I had not been turned to stone and had in fact been driven insane by my children this weekend.)
ok maybe it's just me (it's definitely not just me) but now as a parent like every single disney/pixar movie turns me into a blubbering mess every single time now. moana? raya and the last dragon? encanto? coco? all of 'em can do it in a blink even though i see the setup a mile away it's outrageous.
my daughters maintain the only time they've seen me cry was at the end of Coco. I'm not sure that's true - about the only time, I did shed a few tears at the end of that film.
I do not care for that book at all. It wasn't the most unpopular children's book in this house (survey population: the adults) but it was very very close.
I was pushing a friend’s kid on a swing and I started saying “Go away…Come back home!” as they swung back and forth, away from and towards me. Lower pitched voice when I pushed them, higher pitched as they came back, sing-song sound game. I don’t know why I did it, but the kid was delighted by it, so I kept it up. It was whole minutes before I remembered my own mom used to sing-song those same words to me when she pushed me on the swing. I’d mimicked her perfectly, 30 years later, completely subconsciously. I wonder what other little games and phrases are hiding in my brain, just waiting for the right prompt to be remembered again.
if it actually were a giant chicken nugget store, I wouldn't feel as bad about still paying the building off with my taxes despite never having actually been in it!
Similar to the chicken nugget store, for some reason that I don't really remember (I think it is something kids-show related) every store was a "factory" hence our kids wanted to go to the "chicken nugget factory" (McDonald's). Our favorite barbecue place was the "pig factory" (which seems a little dark now that I think about it).
Riding through downtown Birmingham with a friend and her kids a few years ago, 2017-ish, and we pass by St. Paul's Cathedral. Her 3 year-old old daughter pipes up with...
"Mommy, can we go there?"
"Where, sweetie?"
"Can we go to big God house?"
I live in the deep south, churches are everywhere. And at least once a day I see one and think "big God house."
funnily enough, yesterday I was thinking about taking a trip with my dad to visit Providence during spring break of senior year in college because I wanted to check it out before signing on for grad school, and he was between jobs. He was 30 years older than me, and I am now the same age he was then... so I'm running a little behind in the "launching the kids into the world," but only by a couple of years. Sigh
My brain tells me when they installed it when I was in grad school they had it hooked up to a smoke machine so it would breathe smoke before basketball games, but I may have hallucinated that.
As a contrast, my son can tell you everything he did when with his grandparents the day my wife was in labor with his sister. I'm talking like what his order was at Wendy's, and where they went for a walk at the park.
This was 5 days before he turned 3. At 8 he can't remember a single thing he did during a school day.
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The poison was already in the glass.
Followed by a picture of a Lovecraftian horror
Forever calling the Yum! Center “The Big Chicken Nugget Store” now
I can definitely hear Gus Johnson calling it that.
Ah, after a night where my favorite football team ripped my heart out (again) (again), I’ll settle in and read a lighthearted ACB post. Maybe he’ll do a bit where he explains Groundhog Day to Olaf! It’ll be just what I ne-
Oh.
(This hits close to home: my daughter would give me a running hug everyday when she got home from daycare once she learned to walk. Last week the hugs stopped. I’m fine. It’s fine.)
(Also, Llama Llama Red Pajama: ughhh. Don’t spend 80% of the book showing a kid how to be the worst and like one page saying “hey, you know, don’t”)
I got home from work one night last week and my son walked by and said "hi, Dad". Not "Daddy". "Dad". I felt like I'd been stabbed.
The first day sans hug, I dropped to my knees like I had been shot in a terrible 90’s movie. My wife looked at me like I had just watched a pet die. Parenting!
Had to carry my daughter downstairs this morning, and told her that I wouldn't be able to do this forever. She looked at me like I was crazy, even though she's 50 pounds and 5 years old. It's fine, I'm just tearing up thinking about Raya and the Last Dragon. (which I basically cried at for the last 15 minutes, even though I had not been turned to stone and had in fact been driven insane by my children this weekend.)
ok maybe it's just me (it's definitely not just me) but now as a parent like every single disney/pixar movie turns me into a blubbering mess every single time now. moana? raya and the last dragon? encanto? coco? all of 'em can do it in a blink even though i see the setup a mile away it's outrageous.
yes to all of these except I still haven't seen Coco because I'm afraid of how much it will wreck me
my daughters maintain the only time they've seen me cry was at the end of Coco. I'm not sure that's true - about the only time, I did shed a few tears at the end of that film.
every single time too. like i've watched these a combined 20 times easy. every. single. time.
I do not care for that book at all. It wasn't the most unpopular children's book in this house (survey population: the adults) but it was very very close.
My kid is 35 years old. I did not look this up:
"Big seals, little seals
Look at all the seals.
They swim, they dive,
They roll in the waves.
They dive deep, deep down
Then come up again to breathe.
The water is cold, but not to a seal.
It has a thick fur coat to keep it warm.
A seal's home is by the sea."
My daughter is 5:
"The Cow goes moo,
The Sheep goes baaa
Three signing pigs say LA LA LA
No, no you say, that isn't right
The pigs saw oink all day and night
Rhinoceroses snort and snuff
Three little dogs go ruff, ruff, ruff
The duck says quack,
the Horse says Neigh
It's quiet now, what do you say?"
Moo Baa La LA LA
ughhhhhhhhhh my little daughter saying "la LA LAAAAAAAA"......
:D Hahaha! Love it!
Lost a dear older relative who helped raise me this morning so this caught me right in the feels. Dang it cookbook.
Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thanks for the post today, been weirdly helpful
I was pushing a friend’s kid on a swing and I started saying “Go away…Come back home!” as they swung back and forth, away from and towards me. Lower pitched voice when I pushed them, higher pitched as they came back, sing-song sound game. I don’t know why I did it, but the kid was delighted by it, so I kept it up. It was whole minutes before I remembered my own mom used to sing-song those same words to me when she pushed me on the swing. I’d mimicked her perfectly, 30 years later, completely subconsciously. I wonder what other little games and phrases are hiding in my brain, just waiting for the right prompt to be remembered again.
if it actually were a giant chicken nugget store, I wouldn't feel as bad about still paying the building off with my taxes despite never having actually been in it!
(this whole thing was very sweet especially on the heels of seeing my own parents this weekend)
as similarly not-a-UofL-fan, I am fine with the name!
going to become a Weird Sign Guy that stands outside holding a sign that says "Give Us Our Chickie Tendies"
Similar to the chicken nugget store, for some reason that I don't really remember (I think it is something kids-show related) every store was a "factory" hence our kids wanted to go to the "chicken nugget factory" (McDonald's). Our favorite barbecue place was the "pig factory" (which seems a little dark now that I think about it).
Riding through downtown Birmingham with a friend and her kids a few years ago, 2017-ish, and we pass by St. Paul's Cathedral. Her 3 year-old old daughter pipes up with...
"Mommy, can we go there?"
"Where, sweetie?"
"Can we go to big God house?"
I live in the deep south, churches are everywhere. And at least once a day I see one and think "big God house."
WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME SAD SCOTT?
[Richard Gere in "An Officer and a Gentleman" voice] I GOT NOWHERE ELSE TO GO
funnily enough, yesterday I was thinking about taking a trip with my dad to visit Providence during spring break of senior year in college because I wanted to check it out before signing on for grad school, and he was between jobs. He was 30 years older than me, and I am now the same age he was then... so I'm running a little behind in the "launching the kids into the world," but only by a couple of years. Sigh
I heard the OrlandoMan loves eating at the Big Chicken Nugget Store
Can I interest you in the large possibly constipated dragon outside Bartow Arena in Birmingham. I bet it roars.
https://www.stadiumjourney.com/stadiums/bartow-arena-s596/
My brain tells me when they installed it when I was in grad school they had it hooked up to a smoke machine so it would breathe smoke before basketball games, but I may have hallucinated that.
*Cat's in the Cradle intensifies*
As a contrast, my son can tell you everything he did when with his grandparents the day my wife was in labor with his sister. I'm talking like what his order was at Wendy's, and where they went for a walk at the park.
This was 5 days before he turned 3. At 8 he can't remember a single thing he did during a school day.