Busted...

It's friday night. Finally, all the kids are in bed. You look at the misses and she looks back. You realize you are both thinking the same thing. You want it, she wants it. You go for it.

And it is good!

Suddenly, you hear the patter of feet. You know you should've taken this to the bedroom and closed the door. What were you thinking? Right here in the couch!? You look, deer-in-the-headlights at the innocent four year old child in the hallway. Should you lie? Try to explain?

Before you can say anything she says it for you. Oh yes, she knows what your up to.

"You guys are eatin' ice cream!"

You've been busted.



(What did you think was going on? Come on man, you got kids!)

Children and the expression of thought...

laundry piles high
noise like flood water drowns all
child fills all life up

--- I decided to open with a haiku because, who doesn't love haikus, right? Seventeen syllables and you don't even have to make 'em rhyme. I realized it's been like a long long time since I wrote anything here and maybe my idea of putting out a witty and meaningful commentary on a weekly basis was a little ambitious.

Children are a two-fold in everything. You get baby coos and gahs and baby poop. You get inspired insights into life from their perspective and fart jokes. You get heaps of material for writing from their countless antics and your so exhausted by them you can't quite couple two coherent sentances together.

Hence, my obsession with coffee.

So this week I will do my best to be a careful observer and try to retaion some of what I see and learn. I want to share my experiences as a father and be able to express it in something more substantial than a haiku. So for now, happy parentin'. And may God go with you. Yer gonna need it.