A Day in the Life (part 2)

Okay, Father's Day was 2 weeks ago, but I still have more to share (I won't go into too many details about what I was doing instead of writing a blog post, but it involved a little of this, a bit of this, and a whole lotta this). The entire day was chronicled via our camera, so no words are necessary (well, except for the incredibly witty captions I wrote). The full set of photos is available on our Flickr account, and features gems like this one.

Speaking of gems, it's time for some stories that I've been saving up for a little while but never had the proper forum to express them (well, except for this one).

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You may recall that a couple of months back, the three of us visited Susan's grandparents near Chicago. At one point during the visit, Rooney was being especially rambunctious, so I moved him into a different room to read him a story. Unfortunately, all of his books were in the car, so we were limited to Grandma and Grandpa's selections. None of them were very kid friendly. Well, I pulled down a copy of A Christmas Carol. I explained to Rooney that this was a very special version of his Chick-Boom book that Susan wrote about. I started reading this book, just like it was Chick-Boom: the same words, and flipping the pages in the right places. Rooney was still completely able to follow along, and made the exact same comments he makes when we read it at home: "Coconuts fall down", "hugging the babies", "they're crying", etc. So I thought that was pretty neat.

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Sometimes its too late to let Rooney take a full bath before we put him to bed, we give him a shower instead of a bath. But the regular overhead shower is too scary for him, so we use a very special kind of shower. Yes, technically its for dogs, but he doesn't know that. He stands in the tub, I sit outside the tub and spray him down. Rooney likes to practice being a fireman: we spray down one of the walls. He'd hold onto my wrist while I pressed the button to squirt the water and waved it at the wall. One time, he put his hand on the shower head, and was spraying down the wall with maybe only a little help from me. "I'm doing it, Daddy! I'm doing it!" He was so excited and proud, I couldn't help but feel the pride as well. I gotta admit, it got a little dusty in the bathroom that night.

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Well, those are all my stories for this time around. See ya next year!