One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
He's an angel and a devil all wrapped in one
After playing ball this morning, I took Rakes and Ciera to the library, Rakes for the first time. Have to admit, I never thought such a simple thing would leave me feeling like I needed to take 3 valium, followed by a 2 hour nap.
Rakes does not yet grasp the concept of the "inside voice", and while that is OK at home, the librarian kept shooting me looks that can best be described as not pleasant. Meanwhile he's zipping from aisle to aisle, randomly pulling books off the shelves and at the same time hollering 'Where dissy at Dad?" While I chase him around like security personnel do at a game when some drunk yahoo thinks it's HILARIOUS to run out on the field (you know: a lot of zigging and zagging while the guy they are chasing looks back over his shoulder laughing at them), I'm trying to keep an eye on Ciera. Our library seems to be a real hotspot for the local homeless folks, and while I feel sorry for them, I don't particularly want Ciera where I can't see her.
Finally, after what seems like hours but is only 15 minutes or so, we leave with him sitting on my shoulders happily singing "boombaboomba", whatever that means. He kisses me on top of my cap and says "love u Dad". Just like that, all the frustration from the last little bit left.
I've got a feeling that my relationship with Rakes is gonna be like Tito's and Manny's. Nerves worn to a frazzle, stomach in knots, and a lot of rocking back and forth like some Tourettes sufferer. Just with a lot of hugs and love in between. Ciera is an angel 99% of the time, and I'm praying that Trot will be my "well behaved" son. Somehow, I don't see it happening . More than likely, in a few more years, videos of Rakes and Trot firing bottle rockets out of their rear ends while some goofball buddy of theirs video tapes it will appear on YouTube.