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-
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
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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Forever calling the Yum! Center “The Big Chicken Nugget Store” now
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.
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."
Lost a dear older relative who helped raise me this morning so this caught me right in the feels. Dang it cookbook.
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."
WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME SAD SCOTT?
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/
*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.