Sunday With Doodle

Hopefully, it's been fairly obvious as I've been writing here that I love my kids. They're often hilarious, always interesting and occasionally infuriating. Doodle lately has been daddy's boy lately, so he's been needing some time to be with me. We thought that this weekend would be a good time for the two of us to get out on our own and see a movie, especially with the way that he's been talking so constantly about Wall-E. I figured that we'd get home from church, eat a quick lunch, put Squeaker (and Anne, to be honest) down for a nap and head off, just us boys, for the movie. As many things seem to go in my life lately, none of this went according to plan.

We arrived home from church, as planned, but Doodle was a bit frustrated about something which, honestly, is immaterial at this point. I had to physically lift him in to the house from the garage because he wasn't coming in. This only served to frustrate him even more. Before moving on, it 's worth mentioning that since he was a little past two years old, Doodle has worn glasses due to being severely far-sighted. He's been fantastic with his glasses for the most part, diligently wearing them every day and usually being careful with them so they don't break. Anyway, after lifting him in the house, I turned away and hear Punkin gasp. I turned back around and saw that Doodle had taken his glasses off his face and snapped them in half. Needless to say, he got a bit of a chewing out for that along with some time in timeout.

Then, of course, came the inevitable conversation between Anne and myself which could essentially be boiled down to answering the question "What now?" It was finally decided that we should head to a local eye wear establishment since they could get him new glasses today. You see, when hes' not wearing his glasses, one of his eyes severely cross in. In fact, this was how we first discovered that he needed glasses. At first we just thought he was being goofy after having discovered that he could cross his eyes. We never guessed at the time that his eye was crossing because the muscles were straining so hard to allow his eyes to focus on whatever he was trying to look at. Quite honestly, when he's not wearing his glasses, it pains me to see his eye cross like that.

We knew that heading out for this sort of shopping experience could get a little bit (dramatic pause) interesting. For one thing, we were scheduled to go to some friends' house for supper, which would come up quickly since we had to essentially cross town almost twice in the allotted time. Added to this is the fact that Squeaker hadn't had a nap that day yet. Both Squeaker and Punkin would essentially have to stand around while we focused our attention on Doodle with him trying on pair after pair of glasses. The solution, as it often is, was the promise of candy.

So, after much trying on of glasses and debate back and forth, we settled on a pair of glasses for the young man. They said that the glasses would be done in about an hour. Since it was then nearly three, we figured they'd be done a bit before four, which would have been just enough time to get home, gather the necessary things for supper. No problem. We went to a couple of other stores, looking for things that we might need for a potential camping trip in the near future and then went back to the eyeglasses store a few minutes before the assumed time of delivery.

Just Doodle and I went in to the mall to retrieve the glasses. Him because they probably wanted to check the fit of the new glasses on him and me because the last time we let Doodle go around the mall on his own, he came out with a bunch of stuff that we really didn't need. He is, after all, only three.

We got in the store and they went in back to check on his glasses. We were told that they had to "resurface one of the lenses," so it'd be another 15 minutes. I called Anne and delivered the bad news. "Just hurry," was the response.

While we were waiting, Doodle decided to take advantage of the time to talk a bit. He wanted to play a game called "What's Your Favorite..." in which he asks a question about a person's preferences. Each player takes turns answering the question. We talked about favorite superheroes, books, songs, and colors. We talked almost the entire time that we were waiting for his glasses to be done. The glasses ended up taking a half hour longer than originally anticipated instead of the fifteen minutes that we were told when we first got back. By the time we got back to the van, Squeaker was in nearly complete meltdown and Anne was quickly reaching wits end. We were late for our supper appointment.

Despite all of this, I really enjoyed that half hour that I got to spend with Doodle just talking about what he likes. He's the middle child and can often get lost in the shuffle, but when he's able to have the individual attention, he really seems to blossom. He's a pretty cool kid. When he's not destroying his eye wear, of course.

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Congrats, It's a Puppy

I know that there are certain advantages and disadvantages to having been raised on a farm. Sure, I couldn't get a group of neighborhood kids together for a game of football, but I had a quiet area to call home and could pee outside without worry about being arrested. One of the things that I might not have appreciated as much as it deserved was being surrounded by animals and creation. There were birds galore, deer walking through the front yard, dairy cows providing fresh milk, more felines than you could swing a cat at, and a variety of dogs at various points. We had a Scottish terrier, a stray collie that hung around for a while, a cocker spaniel, and some little mutt of a dog. My wife, Anne, grew up in the city and never had a dog. She had a cat, but her mom drew the line at feline. Yeah, that line was on purpose. I'm sorry.

Anyway, as years of our marriage have gone by, it became very obvious that eventually, we'd be adding a dog to our family. Anne keeps claiming that it was part of our marriage license that I signed. I'm still going over the fine print. Because of Anne's personality, she researched the different breeds of dog in order to find one that fit our family. I tried looking on Consumer Reports, but didn't find much.

This past Thursday, we finally took the plunge in to dog ownership. She's a tiny (around three pounds) King Charles spaniel named Shelby. We've been working hard to keep the kids calm around her which is nearly a full-time job in and of itself. The kids have really gotten a kick out of having a puppy and none of them have crushed her yet. I consider that a victory.

All of my shoes remain intact for now and the poop has been confined to linoleum, thankfully. Anne is certain that eventually, I will consider Shelby to be part of the family and have more enthusiasm for having a dog. For now, I remain my normal, ambivalent self. At the same time, though, I find myself trying to understand things from my wife's perspective. This whole "owning a dog" thing is completely new to her. There's a newness about it that's almost like a breath of fresh air. Oh wait, that was just the dog. Gotta go clean that up.

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Sunrise, Sunset

"We fear change." - Garth Algar, Wayne's World.

We've been in a small group Bible study through our church for the past three years. It was a very serendipitous series of events that lead us to the group that we ended up attending. I won't bore you with all of the details, but suffice it to say that we were very happy with the group. Up to that point, we really hadn't connected with people in town and were happy to even have people that we could name that I didn't work with. Very quickly, we were doing social events outside of the weekly small group: going out to eat, watching sporting events, play dates for the kids, etc. However, it is looking as though this chapter in our lives has come to a close.

We always knew that our group would most likely be temporary. In fact, it was stated as such at the beginning. We would stay together for a few years and then we'd branch out into other groups. After all, our church had just started trying to get people in to small groups and there was a strong need for more group leaders. That was the plan and we knew it from the onset. That doesn't mean that I have to like it, though.

It's not as though our group remained the same through all three years. One couple that was at the initial meeting decided that the group wasn't for them, so we didn't see them the next week. Over the three years, we added two new couples, a total of six new kids, and one more baby sitter. We've seen each other through ups and downs in our personal lives. We've spent more time talking about the collective labors and births than the time that was spent actually in labor and childbirth. We've laughed together, cried together, prayed together, and eaten a lot of desserts together. Now the time has finally come where it's time to branch out. It's time to multiply our groups so that others can be involved in small groups as well. So that they can have the closeness and the friendship. I'm just not sure if I'm ready for it to end.

I've used Garth's line from Wayne's World many times over the years because it is a quote with which I strongly identify. I've always been resistant to change. I think it has something to do with my upbringing. I lived in the same house for nearly the first 19 years of my life. In that time, I attended the same church, went to the same school with essentially the same classmates and had the same haircut. I had the same girlfriend all through high school along with the same best friend. Hopefully, that helps explain my aversion to having anything in my life change.

Again, I point out that I completely acknowledge the need for the group to split. We need to give others the opportunity to join small groups so that, as a church, we can have sustainable, personal growth in our faith. We need to make sure that people feel welcomed and "plugged in" at the church.

I'm just saying that I'm really going to miss that guaranteed time with some of my closest friends.

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