Seeing my boys! Playing a gig! Sailing! All on one weekend.
Picked up JD from his Opah's place, and we chatted like old mates on our way to pick up his two younger brothers from home, about 20 minutes away. Then the four of us were chatting away happily, swapping stories and catching up with all the stuff that's been going on in our lives... and before we knew it we'd traveled the 30kms / 18.5 miles from their place into town, ready for some Indoor Tenpin Bowling.
I have no idea who won the two games we played... but I sure remember that both SJ and IX got strikes waaaaaaaaaaay before JD or I ever did! wOOt!
SJ (above) was still wearing his pyjama shirt... talk about being pretty casual when it comes to hanging out with dad, huh? Ix (aged nine, below), loves cuddles... we sat and cuddled for like half an hour while everyone was bowling... while he wasn't sliding on his knees across the bowling floor, that is...
We all love our silly one-liners... we all have the same warped sense of humour... a one liner can always trigger a quick-witted rely... so they were flying about the table... good laffs.
Us? Competitive when it comes to games?
You betya! heh heh.
Afterwards they wanted to hire some DVDs to take home with them for the week. Stopping the car and stepping out, I hear Ix screaming in pain behind me... he'd accidentally slammed his car door closed on his hand!!!
Sitting him down... he was obviously in a LOT of pain... I checked his hand out carefully, reassuring him with quiet words and comforting him, sitting him on my knee. JD took SJ into the store, and Ix and I sat outside for a few minutes until I could check out if there were any (gulp!) broken bones!
One thing I must say about my car - the rubber seals on my doors are large and soft. That's the only thing that saved Ix's hand from a whole lot worse. He caught it right across the knuckles too... yes, he was in a lot of pain there at first, understandably!!!
I was almost in tears myself.
His hand was not broken, nor any fingers. Apart from some swelling and a bit of stiffness, he'd stopped crying after a few brief minutes, and was smiling again as we walked into the video shop together, after his brothers.
He sure is one resilliant young bloke!
I've rung a few times in the past few days to see how he's going, and apart from a little bit of swelling, he's absolutely fine! Thank gawd for that!
Accidents happen. Doesn't make it any easier when they do, tho. My heart was in my throat... I could feel every tear he'd shed!
In the end, the selected a few good fun movies to watch (because they live a fair way out of town, they only get into town about once a week to do stuff like this, so we make the most of doing stuff like this while we can).
The drive home was just as chatty as the way in... swapping jokes, silly stories, school adventures...
Oh, here's one... JD's always going on how his little brothers drive him potty somedays, yet if someone says something negative or somehow seems to threaten them...
Some older girl was picking on SJ on the school bus the other day... he ended up with a small patch of purple hair dye on the top of his head! (You can just make it out on the top of his head in the pic above, left!) Anyways... JD, sitting at the back of the bus, saw what was going on, briskly walked down towards the front, stood up to the girl and told her, basically, "You pick on my brother, you're picking on ME!"
Needless to say, the situation was quickly diffused!
How's that for a proud big brother! I was so proud!
Yeah... in the end, you'd never get a 14-yo boy to admit he loves and cares for his kid brothers... but that's a pretty darn good example, huh? heh heh
I love, adore my sons. They are my life. It hurts like hell being a divorced dad, and not being part of their lives 24/7. Just being able to see them and hang out with them with it being a wholly positive experience for all of us is just such a life-affirming situation for me (and all of us) to be in.
And the truth is... while I did NOT shave all of my hair off for April Fools [giggles], this arvo I did trim 19cm / 7-1/2 inches off the length of my ponytail. It's still long... just obviously not as long. Trying to get a straight edge when doing your own hair ends is not as easy as you'd think (twas just out of eye-shot, so balancing mirrors and scissors was a laff) - but I got there in the end. To be honest, it all looks a million percent better.
Yes, I am a dorkalope, as I've already said.
Oh... thanks to MOTD for that particular apt expression - lovin' it!
Peas be with ewe
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