There is 12:47 left in the Orange Bowl, but I can't take any more. OU has just turned the ball over to USC again - OU may be close to having as many fumbles and interceptions AS THEY DO POINTS. First OSU gets waxed in the Alamo Bowl, now this. It's almost enough to make me rip the "lucky" OU shirt off my back and bury it in a dark corner of the closet until March Madness rolls around. (Hmmm - happy thought: March Madness!)
Austin had an appointment with an Ear, Nose and Throat Doctor today after school. His nighttime nose bleeds, horrid breath and increased hearing loss in his right ear concerned us enough to have him checked out. Nothing serious came from the evaluation. Enough wax to fashion a birthday candle was removed from his right ear. No tumors or cysts or other unwelcome things were found, nor infections. He may have acid reflux, (who knew that could cause bad breath?), so we got some samples of Prevacid to give him for a few weeks. Don't get me started on "acid reflux disease". What did our ancestors do without a $90 bottle of pills to take for every sniffle or belch? Sucked it up, that's what. Good grief.
Austin's greeting when I got home from work tonight? "Hey Dad - the inside of my nose was on TV today!" The doctor scoped his nose, which he would have thought was much cooler if not for the discomfort of having a tube-shaped camera up his nose. Plus the novocaine she sprayed in his nostrils tasted bad.
He is very excited that his teachers moved him today to a work table where his best friend Gibby will be sitting beside him. Prediction: the teacher will grow weary of asking the two of them to stop being silly/talking/laughing before my birthday.
Braden was "on one" today, as his mother likes to say. Two hours spent in a doctor's office this afternoon was not helpful in managing him, and he was still wild tonight. We spent the first 15 minutes or so of the Orange Bowl wrestling on the floor of the living room. He loves to bounce on his dad's stomach, tackle/hit/pinch me, ride the horsey - he's so much more physical than his brother was. I wonder if we were too scared of 'breaking' Austin when he was a baby, being new parents. Is that why, when Braden came along, we were much more comfortable being physical with him? Or was he just a 10 pound bruiser who came out looking for a good tussle?
We're certain of this: when he says "Da-ee peas" it's pretty safe that "Da-ee" is about to do whatever he's asking. (After all, "peas" is the magic word!) "Peas" makes me receptive to just about anything, including the popular "pay toys", "come on", "ow-sigh" or "Bob-Pants" (his beloved DVD).
But his favorite word right now is definitely "hep!", (meaning "help" we believe). It is a word he always speaks loudly as if he were in danger, therefore the exclamation point. Examples: Braden, lying on his back on the ottoman, "Ma-ee hep! Hep! Braden fall down, dub dub dub boo-boo." Or Braden, being carried to his nursery for a diaper change, "Ma-ee hep! HEP! Da-ee, dub uh dub duh chain diaper." Shelley worries that Braden might have a stutter, based on these staccato "dub" words he uses so frequently. I think he is just filling up sentences with noises in place of words he doesn't know yet, in-between words he does know how to use. Like "hep!" or "knee-cack-uh". (As in this common exchange from Christmas, 2004. Q. "What does a nutcracker say, Braden?" A. "Huh-woe huh-woe -- knee-cack-uh!")
Well, it's about time to surf over to ESPN.com and read all about the most unbelievable comeback in Orange Bowl history. Is that asking too much?
What if I said "peas"?
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It is amazing what parallel lives we live. Clark hasn't gotten to the point where he says "Da-ee peas", he just walks up to me, identifies me as "da-da" wraps his tiny hand around my finger and takes me where he wants me to go. Usually this is to the playroom to play with his cars. His grabbing my hand has the same power as "da-ee peas", in that I have not yet found the ability to resist it. It seems like every day he learns a new word, and although Andrea, Ryleigh and I may be the only ones who may understand what he is saying, he is communicating nonetheless. He is currently experimenting with the word "mo". Which, said in combination with his head shaking back and forth means no, but when said while touching the tips of his fingers together in front of his chest (sign languague for more) means more. Of course it is also part of one of his favorite tv characters "mel-mo". As a man I'm also proud to report that early on he picked up the word "foo-ball", and expects to see it any time the tv is turned on. I love my boy. I have no comment on the football that the OU Sooners attempted to play in their home away from home - the Orange Bowl. Needless to say all of us here in Soonerland are disappointed that they didn't play their best in the most important game of the season, but life does go on. Only 7 months and 27 days until they host TCU in Norman, but who's counting.
Blair
"Peas" takes on many forms and functions as your child grows.
At first, it may mean, "let me have a drink of your soda, dad", then at age 13 it's "oh, puhleeeeez", meaning, "you're really stupid, dad", then at 20, it's "please, please, please" meaning, "I can't pay for the damage to my car all by myself, spot me until my next 3 paychecks catch up".
.....and that magic word continues to have the same effect on a dad twisted around the little finger of his girls.
You're only just beginning with the "peas" pleas, and don't fool yourself thinking it will ever be easier to resist!
...as for the Sooners loss at the Orange Bowl...."pleeeeeeese!!!", meaning, "just put us out of our misery already!"
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