Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014
3 years, 5 months.
I’m guessing it’s normal and natural for every parent to secretly assume that their own kid is just automatically the best at pretty much everything in the entire world.
Yep, I can relate.
This past weekend over Easter I was just thoroughly impressed by your watercolor painting skills. I mean, you’re only 3 years old.
All you needed from me was a cup of water to dip your paintbrush into. You did the rest while I did the dishes.
I mean seriously, you did better than I could have.
And then today I saw another painting you did at school.
When I saw your name next to it, I thought it was a mistake. I though surely a 4 or 5 year-old must have down a work of art as complex as that.
Or even Eric Carle himself.
Nope. It was all you.
So of course, that only reinforced my preconceived idea that you are such a talented artist.
I am your dad- I am wired to believe you are an exceptional kid… because you are!
It’s not just your artistic skills, though. Even just the way you think amazes me, for a 3 year-old.
When you play with your Hot Wheels these days, you’re always putting on a show.
You have me help you hand-select the classic cars, the hot rods, the race cars, and the trucks to place in the race. Then all the other Hot Wheels have to form a huge, long line to go see the show.
It’s something you are very strategic about. You even make sure the police car and ambulance are placed right next to where the race is, to prepare for accidents… which are guaranteed to happen with you in charge!
Do other 3 year-old little boys paint like you and create big shows with your Hot Wheels? Is that typical?
But hey, I am your dad- I am wired to believe you are an exceptional kid… because you are!
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Tuesday, October 4th, 2011
I think the best way to begin is to share a few things that I would rather do than paint two bedrooms with vaulted ceilings:
1) For the next three months, I would have to replace my bio picture here on The Dadabase (featured right) with one where I have an un-ironic mustache.
2) For three nights in a row, I would have to sleep on one of those inflatable alligator pool toys in the middle of a swimming pool in Wisconsin, where it’s colder. Also, I would have to sleep fully dressed so that when I regularly fell into the cold water, I would remain that much colder.
3) Fly to Sacramento and back with my infant son, again.
Some of our very good friends have been kind to take us in as we have waited for the renters in our townhouse to move out. This weekend, we will finally move back into it and make it our own.
For me, making our townhouse our own means the three of us moving ourselves and our stuff back into it. And the guest room officially becomes Jack’s bedroom. I would say that pretty much makes it our own.
But my wife helped me realized that in order to truly make our townhouse our own, we would need to paint the two bedrooms.
It didn’t matter that neither of us had ever actually painted the interior of a house before, nor did we have any painting supplies or equipment, or even someone to watch Jack on short notice. Painting had to be done to make this townhouse of ours our own.
On Saturday, I was able to recruit my highly experienced friend Jason to teach me how to tape off the walls and how to, basically, paint a room. He also had a ladder for me to get the job done with. Then the next day, our friends who we have been staying with watched Jack as Jill and I tackled his bedroom.
Ultimately, something I have realized about my wife and I is this: When we really want to get a job done, no matter how outlandish and impractical it may seem, we find a way to get it done.
We did it; painted both bedrooms (with vaulted ceilings) within a weekend. My preconceived ideas about painting were accurate: painting is a miserable experience. But we survived it!
I want to brag on my wife’s ability to pick out colors. For our bedroom, she chose a very light green named “River Reed,” which has a breezy Caribbean feel to it. Jack’s bedroom is Ranch Mink; a chocolate brown. We’re calling Jack’s bedroom his “boy cave.”
Want to see finished pictures of our fine work? Wait until we move in this weekend and I will surely deliver.
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