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Time Out for, “How Two Rights Can Make a Wrong!”

Graphic by Chris @ Daddy Doctrines

 

Two Rights = Wrong!

I picked up Malachy from school today. When we got home, he told me he wanted to go straight to the playground. I told him we could definitely go for a little bit. As I pushed the stroller to the gates, I looked down and noticed his shoes. I was confused for a second. I said, “Malachy! Take a look at your shoes!” He looked at them and was like, “Oh.” I asked him if anyone had noticed the entire day, and he didn’t seem very sure. Maybe the kids? Definitely not Mommy and definitely not the teachers. Otherwise, someone would have let me know.
We wound up not going to the playground until later. After all, how could I let him go to the playground with two right feet?” Ai ya! πŸ˜‰ Shien laughed when I showed her the pictures. She said she had told him to put on his shoes on his own this morning. I’m thinking it must have been somewhat dark? One is SO MUCH SHINIER that the other!

Shien said she would have brought him to the playground, anyways, with those shoes on. I was like, “NO WAY!” First, what would other parents think of me as a Dad, letting him run around with two right feet? I mean, it would have been different if he wore two different shoes that actually were correctly fitted, but definitely not like that… πŸ˜‰ Then again, he we hadn’t gone to the playground, no one would have ever known about the two right shoes that were oh so wrong! πŸ™‚

 

Time Out for Family!

Graphic by Chris @ Daddy Doctrines

A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting by the computer, when Malachy handed me a drawing he had just made. He told me that I should hang it up right away somewhere. I took my Time Out from the computer, told him what an awesome picture he had just drawn, and hung it right up on our board. I told him that when Mommy woke up, she would be so happy! πŸ™‚

If there was one word to sum up my Summer Vacation, it would have to be “Family.” What a blessing and what a gift! I feel like if I keep focusing on Family First, then things will be okay. It helps me to prioritize, and it makes me a better person. As the school year begins for all three of us, I hope that we can live up to Malachy’s picture. As Malachy would say, “A Toast to Family!” πŸ˜‰

The 3 Of Us

Time Out for the Ballroom…

Graphic by Chris @ Daddy Doctrines

The other day we went to Ikea to shop for some shelving. The great thing about Ikea is that you can get tons of furniture for cheap, and since this shelving would be situated on the balcony, it would serve its purpose. And, I LOVE putting this stuff together. Feel like a grown kid putting together a cool Lego set! πŸ˜‰

But, what’s there to do for kids, you might ask? Well, there’s a cafeteria where you could get a pretty decent kids meal for less than $3 and then… There’s the BALLROOM… and it’s FREE! (Indoor Fun for Kids – Ikea – washingtonpost.com). Lucky for us, Malachy met the age requirements and the height requirements! I saw many a sad kid turned away, either because they were too tall or not tall enough. Sad kids = Sad parents… πŸ™

Basically, you could leave them there for an hour, while you go shop. Was I able to do that? NOPE. After a wait, Malachy was released into the Ballroom. πŸ˜‰ What separated us was a floor-to-ceiling pane of glass. THICK glass! It was virtually soundproof, so when he tried to scream his delights to me, I couldn’t really hear anything. And that was even when he came right up to the glass! All I knew was that he was ECSTATIC – jumping for joy, tripping and flailing all over, swimming in the balls, lying down and trying to bury himself, and just going CRAZY! πŸ˜‰ I wanted to bang on the glass and tell him (YELL!) not to bite the balls, to not bury himself because the kids might step all over him, and to just be careful. All these things I should have/could have told him BEFORE he went in, but now it was too late. I felt powerless… πŸ™ But then, I had an idea!!! πŸ˜‰

I had some scrap paper from Ikea, so I wrote in CAPS, “DON’T BITE THE BALLS!” He nodded. Then I wrote, “STOP LYING DOWN!” And finally… “DON’T GET BURIED!” It was awesome that Malachy could read. Now, I didn’t have to rip my hairs out (the little that I have left), and hover over him like a hawk. He still was going crazy, but at least he wasn’t putting the balls to his mouth or burying himself in them… ai ya!

Now, what if he couldn’t read? I would have had to turn around, walk away, and come back in an hour… πŸ˜‰