Monthly Archives: March 2011

For Future Use

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After a couple of fairly rough days in the office and a very rough night of little sleep, thanks to Cutler I may have been a bit extra grumpy with both of the boys tonight and especially Mason.  Ok, who am I kidding?  I was unjustifiably extra grumpy  and short-tempered with Mason tonight.  So after getting home from a boys dinner, Melanie is out of town for work, I was relaying a story to Kobi about how I was a horrible parent for letting Cutler cry for 30 minutes in the middle of the night in hopes he would just fall back asleep only to find that he was just hungry and a simple banana did the trick when from across the room Mason quickly corrects me and tells me that I’m not a horrible parent and that I’m in fact a great daddy.  His words, not mine…or something to that effect (I’m tired people).  It damn near brought tears to my eyes as it wasn’t just 15 minutes earlier I was lecturing him on how he needed to be more grateful for all he gets to do and showing his just how great of a daddy I can not be at times of stress. 

I post this not to brag or show everyone how sweet and compassionate Mason is, but simply to have it documented to show Mason in a few years when he is sure to have changed his mind and have completely forgotten about how great of a daddy I am.  Ok, there I go kidding again, there is a bit of bragging involved in this post as well.  🙂

Photos – Because I Can’t Think Of A Catchy Title

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Just thought I would put up a couple of pictures from my quick trip to the park with Cutler on Sunday when Melanie and Mason had a date to the puppet show.  Fortunately there are some pretty cute ones, unfortunately he is wearing what seems to be the only sweatshirt he ever seems to wear when I have cute pictures of him.  I promise, he has other clothes, so no need to send anything.  And I am working on putting together pictures from his birthday party.

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The Mad Scientist

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For Christmas Grandma and Grandpa got Mason a scientist/wizard kit complete with home made lab coat and Saturday we decided to break it out and perform a few exciting experiments like absorbing purple water with crystals, causing water to bubble over the test tube, changing the color of colored water, writing in invisible ink, making the invisible ink disappear, and apparently causing the temperature to drop from 86 to 46 in a matter of hours.  Or that may have been a cause of my bragging to grandpa after he called to complain about the 4 inches of snow he had received.  Still have some more experiments to go and will try to get some video of the more destructive ones.  Until now, some photos of Mason and his lab coat.

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Melancholy Bliss

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Cutler had his bi monthly oncologist visit this morning and before the title worries everyone, I will let you all know that everything is great.  His blood work is still marvelous and still no concerns.  In fact, in between visits he has managed to overcome a nasty stomach virus and a double ear infection so he has been putting his new immune system to the test with no issues.  The reason for the title is that it was just so much more difficult of a visit than it has been in the past.

Perhaps it is due to the lack of visits, but as I stepped off the elevator I got sick to my stomach as a sense of stress just rushed through me as it did the very first day when I first saw the “Texas Oncology” sign for the first time.  Then as we walked into the waiting room it was a much more somber experience than normal as there appeared to be a family with a teenager waiting in one area and despite Cutler’s best area a smile wasn’t to be found.  On our way out I ran into another gentlemen, I believe he is around 20, that I had met at the Christmas party that appears to have lost a leg between then and now.  Fortunately he had a big smile on his face and waved to Cutler, so it put a bit more of a smile in my heart on the way out.

All of that just to remind us all of how fortunate and blessed we are that today was just another normal check up for our healthy two year old.

Monkey See Monkey Do

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I am sure it happens with all siblings, but Cutler is in the stage where he imitates everything that Mason does.  These videos show it a bit, although the first video is more like a couple of monkeys just dancing around.  Yes, that is Grandma in the background that you hear talking.  She and Grandpa are in town so you will probably find that I will be quite active on the blog during their visit as it pains me to watch my father watch soap operas that he has recorded on my dvr all night long.  (cue the song “Where have all the cowboys gone”)

In this second video I find it a bit ironic that Mason just got done slamming Cutler’s hands together as Grandma starts talking about how gentle he is with Cutler.  Although, in her defense, until that point he has been extremely gentle with him and usually is extremely cautious of hurting him.

Belated Birthday

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Monday was Cutler’s 2nd birthday and all things considered a rather uneventful one.  Mainly because his big party is on Saturday.  He did learn to sing happy birthday to himself.  Below are a couple of videos and a few pictures of his effort to show us that he is two, not three, not four, not five, but two years old.

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Brothers, For Better Or Worse

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It’s been quite awhile since I have posted and I apologize.  We have pretty much just been living the simple life.  Mason is playing hockey and soccer and baseball practice is about to start.  We haven’t started Cutler in any sports yet, but with him turning two tomorrow it is just around the corner and based on his desire to do everything Mason does I suspect he will be playing all of the same sports.  This morning Cutler was following Mason around trying to take every toy that Mason had and after awhile it finally got Mason to the point where he told me that he wished he didn’t have a little brother like that.  I am sure kids say these types of things all of the time, and it didn’t help that Cutler was calling Superman “badguy”, but given our situation it broke my heart to hear him say it.  After a quick “pep” talk he quickly changed his tune and returned to entertaining Cutler to the best of his abilities.  It probably also helped that he was going to get to spend the afternoon with just me at the hockey game, so when we got home he was happy to play with Cutler even more.