Poetry from a four year old

Chad — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 02:33:02 +0000

The other day while driving down the road and admiring the wildflowers that are blooming all over The Woodlands, Harri came up with this little nugget:

Roses are red, bluebonnets are blue, and your feet stink too.

Fishing with the boys

Chad — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 01:49:40 +0000

Will's first largemouth bass

This is what it’s all about folks, the picture pretty much tells it all. I took the boys fishing today for the first time in a while, and they slayed ‘em. They each caught at least ten bluegills and four small box turtles. Will caught his first largemouth bass, and a nice one at that, about a pound, 11 inches or so.

A great trip indeed.

I ate it

Chad — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 01:16:12 +0000

I just turned the corner from the kitchen to the dining room, and met up with our three year old son, and he hit me with this:

Son:: There was a booger in my nose.
Me:: And…what did you do with it?
Son:: I ate it.

Oh, the brutal honesty that is childhood.

Retro – It’s all about the donuts

Chad — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 02:54:32 +0000

Kids are amazing little buggers, especially when they are your amazing little buggers. One of the most amazing things about having kids is that you can actually learn from them. Yeah, imagine that. Something I have learned from our boys is that it really is the little things in life that make it all worth while. Take for example, donuts. Last summer, we flew from our humble little home in northwest Arkansas to Seattle to visit the wife’s sister and boyfriend, and we took the boys. We stayed in this crappy little motel downtown right near the Space Needle (location, location, location). It was cheap, and we figured “Hey, all we’re going to do is sleep there, right. How bad can it be?” When we got there, the little one was asleep in the car so the wife and the big one went in to “check it out”. Upon return, the wife said that “…it’s not that bad”. I later realized that it was one room barely large enough to hold the king size bed all four of us were to sleep in for a week. Oh, and the bathroom only had a shower, no tub to give the boys a bath in (although they found showers to be quite a novelty that week). Now, if I was going to go back to Seattle, I probably would choose another place to stay. Granted, it wasn’t that bad; it was clean, the staff was friendly and helpful, and did I mention the donuts? No? Well, if you asked our boys if they wanted to go to Seattle tomorrow, they would INSIST on staying in that hotel. Why, you ask? Well, the donuts, of course. Every morning the staff would put out this huge spread of donuts, pastries, muffins, and bagels, and once the boys found out about this, they would shoot out of bed every, yes every morning and want to go get donuts. At 6 AM. So we would go to the lobby, my wife or myself barely awake, the boys still in their pajamas, and get donuts. Lots of donuts. Way too many donuts. About an hour later, our room looked like a donut factory where some sort of explosion had taken place. Sprinkles here, frosting there, donut detritus everywhere (hey, that rhymed). Yeah, if we go back to Seattle with the boys, I think we all know where we will be staying.

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Poetry from a four year old

Fishing with the boys

I ate it

Retro – It’s all about the donuts