Did Bob Costas Give My Son Pink Eye?

March 3, 2014 at 11:29 am , by 

3 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

As I’ve recently mentioned to some of my guy friends about you having pink eye, the immediate response I’ve received from them is, “Where’d he get pink eye from?Bob Costas?

The reference here is that Bob Costas, who served as an NBC Olympics sportscaster just recently, was infected with pink eye in both eyes.

Just like you.

I don’t mean to downplay the fact you’ve been out of school since Friday with pink eye. This is actually really sad for me to watch.

On Friday, I had to stop myself from texting you to tell you I miss you- because I realized you’re only 3 years old and don’t have a cell phone.

Even today, as our whole family is snowed in, you’re still recovering from pink eye.

It’s so tough to see your blue eyes muddled over with a reddish-yellowish hue. Granted, you look worse than you feel.

I know this because I’ve been wrestling with you just as hard as I always do this whole time.

Pink eye is something I know nothing about- I never had it when I was a kid, nor did your Auntie Dana (my sister.)

Everything I know about pink eye, I’ve learned from you since Friday.

Mommy has been giving you your eye drops, and we’re all washing our hands constantly.

I sort of have to assume that by the time this is all over with, it ends with me having pink eye in both eyes too.

But hey, what can I really do?

We are just carrying on life as normal. Mommy made vegan French toast. Meanwhile, I let you make “applesauce” from the leftover fruit pulp after I juiced some oranges and apples.

Today, it’s pink eye. Eventually you’ll get chickenpox.

Sure, being a kid is fun, but I do tend to figure out the not-so-much-fun parts too; like pink eye in both eyes.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

I Take Couplies With My Kid… Don’t You?

February 22, 2014 at 8:41 am , by 

3 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

There is now an official word for the kind of pictures we’ve often taken together and put on Facebook…

Couplies.

couplie is a type of self-portrait photograph, typically taken with a hand-held digital camera or camera phone, featuring two people; as opposed to just one person, which would be a selfie.

I have mentioned before, that since having you, I seldom get my picture made by anyone (including myself) if I’m the only one in the picture.

Most of the time, if I post a new picture that would have been a selfie, I take a picture of both of us instead.

Couplies are the new selfies.

Who needs to see a self-taken picture of a married, 32 year-old dad on Facebook? No one.

Who needs to see a self-taken picture of a married, 32 year-old dude with his cute 3 year-old son on Facebook? Well, now, that’s a whole different story…

Therefore, I’m familiar with taking couplies- sometimes with Mommy, but mainly with you. In fact, I went back through every picture I’ve ever taken in the history of The Dadabase, so I could make a collage of some of our couplies.

Then, I put a logo for “Nick Shell’s Couplies Photography,” as if I was promoting a legitimate business for taking selfies. (The font I used didn’t have an apostrophe… I promise I didn’t make a typo.) However, I’m not sure anyone on Facebook got the joke, though…

The main reason I like couplies with you is because I think it’s cool to see the growing resemblance between the two of us.

Granted, your lighter skin tone and blue eyes will always set us apart, but I love how each time we take a new couplie, I see the “father-and-son-ness” more and more.

I made this special “couplie collage” for us, as if the term “couplie” wasn’t already annoying enough.

Which, speaking of, both the words “selfies” and “couplies” greatly annoy me- and I assume the word “grouplies” is also on its way into social media/pop culture usage.

But if couplies is the word I have to use to document this fad in my time capsule to you.

And so we will continue infiltrating peoples’ Facebook and Twitter feeds with our couplies. If we really want to be cool, though- we would take a couplie while making duck faces.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

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Glad To Have You Back, Kid

February 18, 2014 at 8:37 pm , by 

3 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

You and I are recovering from a little bit of culture shock right now.

Until this morning, the last time I really got to hang out with you was Friday morning, when I stayed home with you because you were sick.

And obviously, when you’re sick, you’re not yourself anyway… to put it lightly.

It was only today that you were well enough to be back at school; not to mention school was closed yesterday for Presidents’ Day.

But this morning was the first time just you and I have been in the car together, just us, since last Wednesday, because Mommy picked you up last Thursday.

After analyzing all that info, it helps me understand all the reasons you and I have been out of sync.

Our car rides together are a big part of our relationship. I realize that now.

Until this morning in the car, as we saw two hot air balloons in the distance, we had not really had a conversation since the middle of last week.

I’m glad to have you back. I missed you. You’re like a different boy when you’re sick, like I said.

Now we can bond again over manly conversations about Corvettes and donkeys.

It really puts things into perspective when I consider that my “guy time” with you is something I’ve grown accustomed to by now. I know it’s weird to think about your daddy having social needs too, but I do.

Feeling connected to you helps me feel alive. When I don’t feel connected to you, it sort unplugs me from reality a little bit… I think.

I get it that there’s a 29 and a half year difference between us, but even when we’re just chilling on the drive to school, we’re still having some quality time together.

After several days without our guy time, I have learned how much we depend on it.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

Why Enroll A 3 Year-Old Boy In A Gymnastics Class?

February 17, 2014 at 11:11 pm , by 

3 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

I will admit, when Mommy told me she bought you a 5 week gymnastics course, after finding a really good Groupon deal, I was a little skeptical.

Not because I think it’s weird for a boy to be in a gymnastics class, but because you are only 3 years old.

What would be the point in a little 3 year-old little boy enrolling in a gymnastics class?

Well, now that I’ve seen you in action, I’m glad Mommy did what she did.

We took you for your 1st class on Saturday. As you can see from these cool action shots, you burned a lot of stored up winter energy.

While you were a bit reserved and skeptical at first, once you realized you could jump off what you perceived as the equivalent of living room furniture, and not get in trouble for it, or get hurt, you were eager to explore the facility.

In addition to Coach Casey, there was one other kid in the class, a girl named Caroline, who in my eyes, served as a complete contrast to your presence there in the class.

While she gracefully performed forward rolls on the ramp and gentle bounces on the trampoline, you were like a baby caveman or the Tasmanian Devil.

If it were possible to break anything there, you would have done it.

My doubts have been officially resolved now.

Basically, for 45 minutes, you got to run around in a padded room, jump off padded stairs, roll into a padded bin, and bounce on a padded trampoline.

That’s ideal for a cold and rainy Saturday morning!

You even ran over to the pull-up bar, without the direction of Coach Casey, and hung there for a few seconds as if only to prove to yourself you could do it.

I need to give you an American Gladiator name, like Crasher, or something circa 1992 like that.

So yeah… a three year-old boy in a gymnastics class is actually a pretty clever idea. Hooray for Groupon!

 

Love,

Daddy

 

 

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