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Hey You Knucklehead!

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This post is going to be short and sweet. I am also posting it the night before Full Speed’s first surgery so that I can have one less thing to worry about as we prepare for this momentous day.

Overall, Full Speed was outstanding today. A kind friend of ours from Illinois had sent a care package a few weeks back (when we thought the first surgery would be) and I had saved a hotwheels car from it to get us through the pre-op day. It worked like a charm. That car went everywhere with us today from the doctor’s, to get our prescription and even to Tae Kwon Do.

Full Speed was a champ as we had to wait almost an hour and fifteen to meet with our doctor (who is completely worth the wait; impeccable skills and excellent beside manner). He was calm (mostly), followed directions with charm and made his Mommy very, very proud.

The only time we ran into an obstacle was when we were waiting for his eye drop prescription to be filled. Granted, the kid had been the model of good behavior all day, I can’t fault him that. I also did treat him to a candy bar so the sugar rush could have severely impeded his judgment. No one can be certain in hindsight.

He was playing with his new car and talking silly. The kind of silly talk that, taken out of context, can be considered rude. So the pharmacist says, “Next in line, please.” Full Speed  says loud enough for everyone in a ten foot radius, including the pharmacist, to hear, “Take that Knucklehead!” To the untrained observer, the pitch perfect timing lent everyone to believe he was referring to our pharmacist. I believe (and maybe it’s my own hard-core Mommy denial) that he was talking to his car. We can never be certain. The only thing I knew for certain is that I was mortified. The pharmacist was gracious and filled our prescription anyway. Looking back, it was actually kind of funny but I’m not knuckle-headed enough to ever admit that to Full Speed.

Say a prayer for good vision for my little guy. And thanks for your continued interest and support. Leave a comment if you can, I’d love to hear from you!

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A Chili Day for Football

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It was late in our day and we made the unfortunate decision to take the boys to Chili’s for dinner. It’s not that they were being bad, they were being themselves. I wasn’t tolerating their normal hyper state as well as I usually do. I mean by this point, I know full well what I am getting myself into when we are dining out with the boys. I couldn’t blame it on not knowing what to expect. I just wasn’t in the mood. Sometimes I’m like that. Lucky, lucky Mad Dog.

When I married Mad Dog, I also had full disclosure. I knew that realistically our weekends during football season would revolve around Buckeye games. I can’t complain about it or wish it away. It is what it is.

The part that trips me up is that not only do we have to watch the Buckeyes (and dress in Buckeye jerseys every time they have a game) but we have to watch a bunch of other meaningless (my opinion) games. I don’t understand why we have to watch the Arizona Cardinals simply because the former Buckeye, Beanie Wells, is on their roster. Or why we have to make sure USC is trampled so the Buckeyes reputation can be redeemable in the land of the BCS (I don’t even know what the BCS stands for, all I know is where the Buckeyes rank in the BCS determines the mood of my husband). Can’t we only watch a nice, tidy re-cap of all these other games when it is convenient? Granted, nothing is ever convenient when raising a family. Still, I am holding out for that dream.

So, there we were. Eating our incredibly healthy fried and cheese covered meals, and I’m not having it.  T.Puzzle is especially over-the-top. He keeps running his car along the wooden blinds which I tell him not to about forty-seven times. The blinds are dusty and unstable and I keep picturing the whole of them crashing on our table and the table behind us. He keeps on doing it. Then he grabs his napkin and puts it on my head and says, “Hat, Mommy, hat.” Yes, yes, I understand it’s adorable. Again, I just wasn’t in the mood.

Almost on cue as my frustration with T.Puzzle is rising, Full Speed announces he has to use the bathroom. Mad Dog and I knew this was coming. How, you may wonder? Well, Full Speed did ask us once we were seated and strapped in our car on our way to the restaurant if they had bathrooms at Chili’s. We tried to convince him to try to go at home. He said, no, he was just WONDERING if they had bathrooms. It was no wonder to us when he needed to use them.

As Mad Dog and Full Speed leave the table, T.Puzzle is upset. He wants to go with them and dives over me and lunges towards the floor. I manage to redirect him and again, he starts with the gross blinds and the car.

When Mad Dog and Full Speed return, I am now silently praying that our waitress will bring us our check. It’s clear the boys are on the edge. So am I. I feel pretty confident Mad Dog is clued in to the situation and I am relieved when he leaps up from the table. Good, he must be going to track down our waitress and the check.

Oh, no. Oh no he is not. He is animatedly jumping up because he can see the USC game and apparently something great is happening (as if I give a damn!). He does this to me two more times. Each time he jumps a tiny part of my heart is hoping he gets the check instead of the score. Never happened. Instead, I am forced to not so gracefully escort T.Puzzle  from Chili’s as he has reached a point of no return. Ah, football and tantrums, they apparently never go out of style.