My kids are what? Who is this?
I got the following phone call at lunch today:
"Your children are buck n@ked and running through my mother's yard."
Luckily it was the Wife on the other end of the line and not some random neighbor.
Son went to Nana's this morning while the Wife took Daughter to her ballet class. It works better that way since Son (19 mos.) simply can not be managed while the ballet class is going on.
On a few occasions, child care has been unavailable, so Son has had to tag along to the ballet studio. While Daughter learned pirouettes and plies, Son would bang stuff together, fall off of stuff and make a big commotion.
Which makes Daddy proud. I don't need anyone mistaking him for a ballet dancer. We've already scarred him enough with this little incident.
But getting back to the story, Nana had Son out in the yard with her while she watered plants and did some landscaping. They had dragged a hose and sprinkler out to water some new plantings and Son apparently wasted no time before taking a run through it.
If you've ever been around a toddler, you know how quickly things can unfold in this sort of situation, so within roughly .0009 seconds, Son was completely soaked and there was no choice other than to make it an all-out waterfest. Off with his little seersucker jon-jon. Off with the Pampers.
Just a soaking wet little cherub running through his Nana's garden.
It wasn't long before our little ballerina arrived on the scene, and it took no time for her to shed the leotard and hit the sprinkler herself.
Wife, a little overwhelmed by the cuteness, grabbed her cell phone and called me.
"You have got to come see this," she said. "Your children are buck n@ked and running through my mother's yard."
I had just finished putting a hurtin' on a couple hot dogs at our house, so I rode up to Nana's on my way back to the office.
Wife was right - the sweetness of it was almost unbearable. It was childhood at its very best.
I'm glad I got to see it.
I drove back to the office still grinning from the scene. And praying that Nana had been liberal with the sunscreen.
"Your children are buck n@ked and running through my mother's yard."
Luckily it was the Wife on the other end of the line and not some random neighbor.
Son went to Nana's this morning while the Wife took Daughter to her ballet class. It works better that way since Son (19 mos.) simply can not be managed while the ballet class is going on.
On a few occasions, child care has been unavailable, so Son has had to tag along to the ballet studio. While Daughter learned pirouettes and plies, Son would bang stuff together, fall off of stuff and make a big commotion.
Which makes Daddy proud. I don't need anyone mistaking him for a ballet dancer. We've already scarred him enough with this little incident.
But getting back to the story, Nana had Son out in the yard with her while she watered plants and did some landscaping. They had dragged a hose and sprinkler out to water some new plantings and Son apparently wasted no time before taking a run through it.
If you've ever been around a toddler, you know how quickly things can unfold in this sort of situation, so within roughly .0009 seconds, Son was completely soaked and there was no choice other than to make it an all-out waterfest. Off with his little seersucker jon-jon. Off with the Pampers.
Just a soaking wet little cherub running through his Nana's garden.
It wasn't long before our little ballerina arrived on the scene, and it took no time for her to shed the leotard and hit the sprinkler herself.
Wife, a little overwhelmed by the cuteness, grabbed her cell phone and called me.
"You have got to come see this," she said. "Your children are buck n@ked and running through my mother's yard."
I had just finished putting a hurtin' on a couple hot dogs at our house, so I rode up to Nana's on my way back to the office.
Wife was right - the sweetness of it was almost unbearable. It was childhood at its very best.
I'm glad I got to see it.
I drove back to the office still grinning from the scene. And praying that Nana had been liberal with the sunscreen.
posted by Leighton @ My Best Investments at
5:17 PM
5 Comments:
I look forward to sprinkler-weather. G-Man LOVES to be buck-naked... Before and after bath, it's like a switch. He gets naked and turns into a wild-man...running around with everything flopping around. :) It is quite sweet.
Kids in all their exhibitionist glory is a beautiful sight to behold... not to mention the tinkling of laughter that usually accompanies such freedom... and water. I'm glad you took the time to see what matters most.
I got soaked with the hose today too. I wish I could have done the same thing.
Uh, I'm rather impressed that not only do you know the term "jon-jon" but that you can also name the specific type of fabric it is made of.
Impressive. Very impressive.
In my family, when moments of unbearable sweetness occur, we simply POP! with an explosion of love. So often I will call my husband and tell him that there will be no dinner tonight because I am busy scraping myself from the walls and ceiling because the kids are so cute I popped.
Okay, that sounds weirder than I thought it would. Oh well! It happens!
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