I spent a little more time than usual for a weekday with The Boy today. I picked him up from school, took him to get a haircut, ran an errand, walked the dogs and finally bath time and put him to bed. Here are my four favorite stories he told me tonight, in no particular order.

1) umm, umm, umm, umm, umm, umm, bats live in trees.

2) I want God to come to our house and make a miracle. He could bring 100 jars and fill it with water and then make it into wine. It would be like his first miracle.

(I just read him that story from The Beginner Bible. I just think it’s funny how his mind works)

3) Grown ups don’t eat poop, only dogs.

4) Well, I saw a koala bear once. It was at Hagan’s house by that ocean and I was wearing my special green lantern glasses. (Me: Koalas don’t live in the ocean) But this was different, this was a Sea Koala.

 

He may end up a storyteller one day.

This will be blog post #200 on this blog. I thought that was a noteworthy accomplishment until I went to Hayley’s blog and saw that she has published 100 or more posts in 3 different years. I’m ashamed of my ineptitude!

So, to celebrate #200 for this blog, how about a cataloging of all the times Moose has gotten hit in the face with a ball in the past 3 months.

Everyone knows the rule about not hitting a guy that wears glasses right?

• January 21, 2012: Moose’s first fastball to the face. We were messing around at the park with a baseball and he took a hard one off his right cheek. He didn’t cry.
• January 21, 2012, Another fastball to the face. He was still learning to get his hands up when the ball comes at him when another ball hit him in the face that very same day.
• February is the shortest month of the year and Moose managed to make it through the entire month without getting hit. He’s a superhero, ya’ll.
• March 2012*: Miroki the Moose and I were practicing soccer in the front yard when he somehow managed to bean himself in the forehead with a soccer ball by bouncing it off a lightpole. (I was caught in a mix of pity for him because I’m sure it hurt while also trying not to laugh because it was funny to watch while also really wanting to see if he could duplicate this magic trick while also maybe trying to play it off and see if he needs to be toughened up. You know, cause that’s what the dads do.)
• April 21, 2012: Miroki the Moose got beaned in the head by a soccer ball twice in one game. One was on a goalie throw. He actually wasn’t standing very close to the goalie, she just happened to have a rocket arm and made a once per game kind of throw that nailed him. Since I’m the coach, I was standing right by him when it happened and I was able to bend down and console him, which was good because he didn’t see me laughing behind him. (I looked to the sideline and his mom was also laughing, for the record. And if memory serves correctly, the grandparents were laughing too!) The second one was a routine ricochet soccer shot to the dome. It couldn’t have possibly hurt but he definitely didn’t like it.

I don’t know but this is starting to look like a pattern. What do you think?

Miroki is a playful little tyke.

Is tyke even a word?

What say you grand jury of the internet?

It’s baseball time again. Hooray! New fence from last year too! Not a bad addition if I do say so myself!

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I don’t know if listening to heavy metal music is a rite of passage for young boys. I have however watched 2 young boys as they developed from birth. One of them had a headbanger phase and now mine is having one too. Therefore, all young boys go through a heavy metal or headbanger phase, according to Dr. Daddy Dub.

Obligatory photo of Daddy’s Little Headbanger on his chopper.

Links and videos below for anyone looking for entertainment. Because we all know the motto by now, right?

“If you’re looking for entertainment, I’m looking for you.”

Thanks for playing!

He said he wanted to listen to “rock n roll” the other night, so I played him this:

But that wasn’t good enough, so I played this:

Then he said he wanted to hear Ironman, but I didn’t, so I chose this to compromise:

Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll one day star in his own  video like sweet little Juliet!