Birthday Time Capsule Questions

We survived the birthday dash – two birthdays two weeks apart. We are now the proud owners parents of a six and ten year old. So hard to believe I’ve been called Dad for 10 years. Seems so short a time ago I was a new dad carrying a screaming infant trying to figure out why he was screaming. Now I’ve got a screaming 10 year old and I’m still trying to figure out why he’s screaming.

Just kidding. He doesn’t scream any more. It’s more like a growl. Sometimes it sounds like a moo. 

Last year on each of the boys’ birthdays I asked them these 20 questions. This year I just asked them at the same time. Some of their answers remained the same, some are different. Some didn’t surprise me, some did. You can read last year’s responses by Crash and/or last year’s responses by Bang.

1. What is your favourite color?

Crash: Green
Bang: Orange

2. What is your favourite toy?

Crash: Legos
Bang: My front loader

3. What is your favourite fruit?

Crash: Grapes
Bang: Broccoli (it’s not a fruit but it’s healthy!)

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4. What is your favourite TV show?

Crash: Gaming Show In My Parents Garage
Bang: Justin Time

5. What is your favourite thing to eat for lunch?

Crash: Peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Bang: Pizza

6. What is your favourite game?

Crash: Lego Star Wars on the Wii
Bang: Infinity for the Wii

7. What is your favourite snack?

Crash: The cupcake goldfish
Bang: Buttered saltines and a mixed berry juice box

8. What is your favourite animal?

Crash: Cat and eagle
Bang: Moose

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9. What is your favourite song?

Crash: Victory Chant (the Minecraft song)
Bang: My House

10. What is your favourite book?

Crash: The Harry Potter series
Bang: Pusheen the Cat

11. What is your favourite sport?

Crash: Baseball
Bang: Soccer

12. What is your favourite thing to do outside?

Crash: Either read or play/practice baseball
Bang: Play baseball or practice soccer

13. What is your favourite drink? ?

Crash: Gatorade (although I don’t really need it)
Bang: Milk

14. What is your favourite holiday?

Crash: My birthday, but it’s American Independence Day
Bang: Halloween

15. What do you like to take to bed with you at night?

monkeyCrash: My book and Monkey

penguinBang: Penguin

16. What is your favourite thing to eat for breakfast?

Crash: Chocolate chip pancakes with extra syrup
Bang: Chocolate chip and cinnamon pancakes

17. What do you want for supper on your birthday?

Crash: Shephard’s Pie
Bang: Fish, mashed tatoes with broccoli

18. What do you want to be when you grow up?

Crash: Racecar driver
Bang: A maid and a builder

19. Did you have any dreams last night?

Crash: I did but I can’t remember them
Bang: Nope. I never have dreams. I just lay down like I’m dead.

20. What would be the best birthday present?

Crash: The Nintendo Switch
Bang: The biggest teddy bear in the world.

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Losing My Independence


Happy Independence Day everyone! On this day in 1776 America gained its independence from Great Britain.

On this day in 2007 I lost my independence to an 8 pound 9 ounce bundle of joy and frustration. I really can’t complain. He was a fairly easy baby to care for, once we figured out why he was crying. Hungry? Dirty diaper? Wanted to be rocked? Wanted to be put down? Ahh… he wants swaddled in 95 degree Virginia heat.

He was my introduction to all things baby, parenting, and fatherhood.

10 years later he is still my introduction too all things parenting and parenthood.

Double digits. The big 1-0. Exactly 1/4 of his parents age. And I’m still trying to figure out this parenting gig.

He is one part sweet, one part boisterous, one part stubborn like an old mule.

One part sweet

I’ve seen in him help a classmate in need. Said classmate needed help packing his backpack after snack time while we were on a field trip. While he finished his snack Crash packed his classmate’s bag. No one asked him to. No one demanded it or implied it. He just did it. I’ve heard of him helping another classmate out of the building during fire drills because the classmate has a hard time with the loud bells. Crash holds his hand and stay with them until they are safely outside with the rest of their class. No one asked him to. No one demanded it or implied it. He just did it. I’ve caught him reading to his little brother at bedtime. Partly because it allows them to stay up a few minutes longer and partly because he loves him. Even if it is hard to tell that at times. He has gotten in minor trouble at school a few times because some “friends” told on him. Not once have I heard of him tattling on those same friends.

One part boisterous

He is the stereotypical boy – dirt with noise. Son up to son down. There’s is usually never any doubt as to where he is. We can either hear him or we can follow his trail of dirt. Like Charlie Brown’s friend, Pigpen. Minus the blankie. If there’s dirt, or even better, mud, or water or rocks or sticks he is guaranteed to be playing in them or with them. Especially, if he’s been told not to. If there’s music playing he likes it to rattle the windows and echo off the mountainside. Yet, on the flip side of the same coin, he can be shy. Talking to new people doesn’t come easy for him. He enjoys singing, but not if anyone is listening.

Stubborn as an old mule

Tell him not to do something is a surefire way to get him to do it. It works in reverse, too. Tell him to do something and chances are he won’t. Unless he really wants to. Get ready for school? No chance in hell. Great ready for bed? Might as well bang your head against the wall. It’ll be far less painful.

Time and again people comment on how big he’s getting, both in height and in age. He calls himself a pre-teen now. I guess technically he is. How old does he think he is? What was I doing when I was 10?

Bud. Buddy. Riggity. Dude. He is mostly our pride, joy, and source of laughter. He is also a little bit of frustration. Though, we’re probably all a bit of frustration at times.

Happy 10th birthday, man.

This Is the Boy…

You know the cliche, the days go slow the years go fast. Today before me stands a six year old. Yesterday he was five. He started school this year and is learning in leaps and bounds. He’s stubborn but loving. He’s quite the comedian, too. If you’ve read any of the Questions I Asked My Kids posts you’ll see that humor shine through. We never know what’s going to come out of him.

This is the boy who talks to himself while doing his business in the bathroom. He pretends to make YouTube videos. 

This is the boy who loves kayaking. His first time in a kayak he paddled away like he’d been doing it for years. He was 5.

This is the boy who still loves trains, trucks, ships, diggers, dumpers, dozers and crossing bridges. He puts his window down to “hear the bridge” whenever we cross one. 

This is the boy who love dirt more than trains, trucks, diggers, dumpers, dozers, and ships. Dirt loves him, too.

This is the boy who loves to do homework with his brother. It won’t be long before his brother will be paying him to do his homework. 

This is the boy who is a half inch taller than what his brother was at the same age. 

This is the boy who’s taught to say “I love you” without saying “I love you”. “I like your face” has become the new quote around the house. “Night night, like your face”. “Bye! Like your face!” Or at some random time when we’re just sitting around watching TV. 

He’s stubborn as an old mule. He’s got his grandfather’s (Guppie) temper. But he’s a lovey boy who sits with the old ladies in the church choir, who has hugs for his teachers every day, who shovels the neighbor’s driveway. 

Happy birthday sweet boy. 

This Is the Boy…

You know the cliche, the days go slow the years go fast. Today before me stands a six year old. Yesterday he was five. He started school this year and is learning in leaps and bounds. He’s stubborn but loving. He’s quite the comedian, too. If you’ve read any of the Questions I Asked My Kids posts you’ll see that humor shine through. We never know what’s going to come out of him.

This is the boy who talks to himself while doing his business in the bathroom. He pretends to make YouTube videos. 

This is the boy who loves kayaking. His first time in a kayak he paddled away like he’d been doing it for years. He was 5.

This is the boy who still loves trains, trucks, ships, diggers, dumpers, dozers and crossing bridges. He puts his window down to “hear the bridge” whenever we cross one. 

This is the boy who love dirt more than trains, trucks, diggers, dumpers, dozers, and ships. Dirt loves him, too.

This is the boy who loves to do homework with his brother. It won’t be long before his brother will be paying him to do his homework. 

This is the boy who is a half inch taller than what his brother was at the same age. 

This is the boy who’s taught to say “I love you” without saying “I love you”. “I like your face” has become the new quote around the house. “Night night, like your face”. “Bye! Like your face!” Or at some random time when we’re just sitting around watching TV. 

He’s stubborn as an old mule. He’s got his grandfather’s (Guppie) temper. But he’s a lovey boy who sits with the old ladies in the church choir, who has hugs for his teachers every day, who shovels the neighbor’s driveway. 

Happy birthday sweet boy. 

A Birthday Surprise Created and Then Ruined by Pixar

Well dip me in axle grease and call me slick.

I’ve got a few topics I considered writing about, but they all seemed too heavy for a Wednesday Evening. Who wants heavy lifting after a full day of work, or sunshine, or whatever you had today?

So we’ll go with something light and fun. Especially, since tomorrow is the start of Bang’s birthday month, I thought I’d talk about what I’m excited for.

His birthday. He’s been asking for days, “How many more sleeps until June?” He would buzz with excitement when we’d tell him.

A couple weeks ago DW and I saw a trailer on TV for a sequel to a movie we’ve seen a few hundred times.

Cars. Lightning McQueen and Mater make a team that rivals Buzz and Woody. It was Crash’s favorite movie. DW and I loved it, too. We found new things to laugh at every time we watched it.

Then they made Cars 2. It was okay, but I equate it to the Star Wars prequels. It just wasn’t the same.

Then DW saw the trailer for Cars 3 and knew we had to see it. We’ll probably take the kids, too.

Cars 3 comes out the day before Bang turns 6. We were going to make it a surprise. However, since both boys watch TV they eventually saw the trailer. Then they saw it’s release date. Thanks Pixar for both creating a great birthday surprise and then ruining it.

They may have been more excited than me. But not by much.

I think Pixar will live up to its usual expectations. The movie appears to revert back to it’s roots of racing, friendship, and overcoming incredible obstacles that rang out in the first movie. I expect it to have all the humor and all the feels Pixar has been known for since it’s iconic release of Toy Story.

Are you planning on taking your kidlets to watch?

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T is for Birthday… 

This A to Z Challenge is in the 7th inning stretch. Not much more to play, now. 

One year is one trip around the sun. That’s 584 million miles.

 is for three. Plus 60. Today is the day my dad turns 63. That’s 36,792,000,000 miles. That’s more miles than Gangnum Style has views. Sometime ago, Bang was assigning nicknames to family members. None of them stuck except for one. Dad’s. Bang called him Pop Pop grumpy frog. Dad is Pop Pop to his grandkids, just like his dad before him and will be after him. We still don’t know how Bang came up with Grumpy Frog, but it still makes us laugh. 

I called Buck and let him know that it’s Pop Pop Grumpy Frog’s birthday and that he really wants a win for his birthday. Apparently he forgot. The O’s are currently losing 3-1. 

Nevermind. They just tied it up at 3.

So, anyway, I get my patience from my Dad. I remember him teaching me to drive a stick shift in his little, blue Nissan pick up truck at the ballfield before it was a ballfield. We were bunny hopping all over the field like Peter Cottontail. When I decided to join the wrestling team in high school, dad would go to the attic with me so I could practice with him on whatever old carpet was up there. In 4th grade I got to go duck hunting with him and a friend of his. I sat in the duck blind reading most of the time. 

Of our favorite stories to tell, though, involves a sucker punch to the chest. Dad was famous for scaring us. Usually, it would happen in the car while he was driving. There would be long lull and silence. Suddenly, Dad would yell smack our chest and scare the shit out of whoever was riding shotgun. Well, one day, I was about 10, I think – Crash’s age. Our house had a long hallway and the rooms were off to each side. I hid in the bathroom and when Dad came down the hall I jumped out, punched him the chest as best as a scrawny 10 year old could. The grunt that came out of him! 

Of course, I’m the dad I am because of the Dad he was and still is. 

*I’m sorry to interrupt this post, but the Orioles just took the lead 5-0 with a two run homerun by Adam Jones. I now return you to your regularly scheduled post*

And now to watch him with his grandkids it reminds me of when he would play with my brother and I. Have a styrofoam pumpkin and some plastic soda bottles? Lets make it bowling. Except the kid will call it knock a boom. Shoot some hoops. Play some catch, some racquetball, horseshoes, or whatever else you want to play. He was always up for it. 

Thanks Dad! And Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday DW!

6:15am this morning…
Bang (5 years old): Moooooom (hollered from bed)
Mom: Yeah, buddy?
Bang: Is it your birthday?
Mom: Yeah.
Bang: Well, then, lets go!
Mom: Go where?
Bang: Make your cake and Walmart!

I’ve known her for 14 years. That’s 5,110 days.That’s 5,110 days of laughing so hard we fart and laughing even harder. That’s 5,110 days of learning to work as a team, which mostly means that if we do it her way we’ll get it right the first time. That’s 5,110 days creating memories we’ll laugh at until we’re the age we can’t remember why we’re laughing.

That’s almost a whole mile worth of days. And not a day goes by that I’m not thankful for her. She’s kept me out of more trouble than one person should be responsible for. My mom is relieved to not be the one responsible for me anymore. DW exercises daily. She does more eye rolls by 8 am than a 9 year old “pre-teen” will do all day. 

She is beautiful, which is why I married her.

She is brilliant, which is why I married her.

She is hilarious, which is why I married her. 

She has big…. uh… calves. They’re are crazy strong, which is why I married her. She was once told in a gas station by a big, black man who was built like a freight train, “Damn, girl. You got some fine legs. I wouldn’t trade those legs for Cindy Crawford’s legs!”

She’s the mother of my children and the woman in my dreams. As a true Jedi, she’s strong with the force. Thankfully, she reminds me more of slave Leia than Yoda. 

Today is her birthday. Today’s the day she turns the big four-oh. 

That’s 40. That’s 14,600 days. Here’s to another 365 day journey around the sun!

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The BEST Birthday Card Ever in the History

Supper was awesome (lasagna). The Coke was awesome. Cake and ice cream were awesome. All the the presents were super awesome. DW’s card was touching and sincere (love you, too Wifey). My parent’s card was brilliant (no one’s me-er than me). The boys’s card reminded me that I’m unique. But this one topped them all. Thanks buddy.

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“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

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The three people with hearts over their heads would be Crash, Bang, and their mother. The floaty head on the right is a Baltimore Oriole (the baseball team, not a bird). And, of course, that’s Luke Skywalker at the bottom.

The boy knows all my favorites!

The Birthday Boy’s Time Capsule Blog

Happy Birthday USA! You may be 240 today, but someone else turns 9!

46443-rainbow-birthday-party-hatsWe celebrated Crash’s day of eviction notice from the womb on July 2nd. He put up one hell of a fight. It wouldn’t be until 3:27 on the morning of July 4th that he joined us outside the womb. Now he’s nine. He’ll be starting 4th grade school in September! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,

Nothing shows you how fast time truly passes like watching your children grow.

Today’s post will be a time capsule of sorts. Just as I did for Bang 17 days ago. I’ll capture his favorites to save for later. Girlfriends. Graduation. Wedding.  You know, those important dates when he’ll need some embarrassment.

1. What is your favourite color?

Crash: Red

2. What is your favourite toy?

Crash: Lego

3. What is your favourite fruit?

Crash: Strawberries

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4. What is your favourite TV show?

Crash: Lego Ninjago

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5. What is your favourite thing to eat for lunch?

Crash: Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

6. What is your favourite game?

Crash: Minecraft

7. What is your favourite snack?

Crash: Goldfish

8. What is your favourite animal?

Crash: Hamster

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9. What is your favourite song?

Crash: Hall of Fame by The Script ft. will.i.am

10. What is your favourite book?

Crash: Number the Stars

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11. What is your favourite sport?

Crash: Hockey

12. What is your favourite thing to do outside? ?

Crash: Bounce on the trampoline

13. What is your favourite drink? ?

Crash: Chocolate milk

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14. What is your favourite holiday?

Crash: Christmas

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15. What do you like to take to bed with you at night?

Crash: Monkey

16. What is your favourite thing to eat for breakfast?

Crash: Banana chocolate chip pancakes

17. What do you want for supper on your birthday?

Crash: Pizza

18. What do you want to be when you grow up?

Crash: Racecar driver

19. Did you have any dreams last night?

Crash: No, not last night. I can’t remember any.

20. What do you want for your birthday?

Crash: A laptop

Here is his door tonight. I can’t wait to see his reaction in the morning. Like I said when I did Bang’s door, I wasn’t going to hold back when I did Crash’s. Fortunately, he didn’t mind that it’s Christmas wrapping paper. 

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