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Thursday, August 9, 2007

That's My Boy


After staying up until well past 1 this morning, I celebrated the Red Sox win over the Angels by turning off the tv and going to sleep, content in the knowledge that the Sox were back to 6 games in front of the MFY's.

Rakes, on the other hand, had a rather unique way of expressing his joy: he streaked through a fabric store today, wearing nothing more than a smile.

Angie, for reasons unbeknownst to me, decided to go to the store with all 3 kids, taking only my niece Libby as protection. (I take Rakes with me to pick up a pizza, and by the time the 15 minute trip is over I feel like I've been inside the washing machine on spin cycle for an hour. So what do I know.)

I'm told things went well for the first 20 minutes or so, then nature called. After taking him to the bathroom, Ang left Rakes in the kids area where the store had a tv, toys, and games. Not 5 minutes after dropping him off with his cousin, she hears from across the store the words that strike utter fear in a parents heart: "MOM. I've dotta do POOPIE!" Running like Carl Lewis in the 100 yard dash, she got him to the bathroom just in the nick of time.

By this point, she thinks she's in the clear: I mean, they've basically covered all the bases, so to speak. However, Rakes starts hollering a short time later that he had to "do peepee". As she makes the turn around the aisle to go get him, she sees this short, grinning, naked child running as fast as he can across the store proudly showing the world what the good Lord gave him.

After wrangling him up and getting to the restroom, Angie wanted to know why his clothes were off. Looking up innocently (well, as innocent as the little bugger in the picture can look) he said the following: "Mom. You TOLD me not to det peepee on my tlothes: so, me take dem off". How do you argue THAT with a straight face?

How one child can make you laugh your head off and frustrate you to no end at the same time ranks right up there with what was in that briefcase in "Pulp Fiction" and the appeal of Ricky Martin as one of life's great mysteries to me.

All I know is that my life has been immeasurably brightened by having my oldest son and all that comes with him.

My toughest test is also one of my greatest joys.

Life's funny that way, huh?

26 comments:

Tex said...

just think of all the stories you get to tell Rakes kids when you're older :)

Ted D said...

Yeah Tex: just like the ones my parents tell about me!

I was thinking that whenever he brings home a girl I don't care for, THAT would be a good time to revisit the past!

Tex said...

and the GREATEST part about these stories....are they are written down in your blogs right after they happen...so you can't forget when you get "old" :)

and you can keep for the kids scrapbooks

Stacy said...

Ted, Libby got quite a kick out of that incident. :) I think her helping Angie out some this summer is putting my status as grandmother much farther into the future (for which I am immeasurably thankful).

I totally get the toughest test and greatest joy thing.

Ted D said...

Glad we could help Stacy: Rakes and Trot should be mandatory exhibits at the local high school's Sex Education classes!

C-Canobie said...

R would be a barrel of laughs at the Curious George Festival - Too bad that he can't come along with D :D

Ted D said...

Carol, I wouldn't subject one of my friend's sweet daughter to Rakes at a Curious George festival, but thanks for the invite!

Sounds like it'll be a lot of fun for D.

C-Canobie said...

LOL TD - D is watching Curious George as we blog/speak, so I think seeing the characters in person will blow her mind!

scott h said...

Mr Dalton, I need to inform you that there are rumors floating as of today that you may be taking journlistic liberties with your stories concerning your children. The story in question concerns your son Rakes and the Streak episode. Please stick to the facts and don't embellish the story.

Should your blog hit the big times I would hate for a ugly situation to come up concerning the truthfulness of the actual length and number of lapse around the store said streaker rally made.

Nancy said...

I am completely speechless, Ted. Speechless.

scott h said...

Nancy, That is how I have felt since I heard the rumor.

First B Bonds and now this. Its just tragic. I only hope Rakes doesn't suffer from this nightmare.

Ted D said...

No rumor, just fact. The boy took off all his clothes and STREAKED through the store. Just because you have 4 perfect children doesn't mean you get to look down your nose at those less fortunate than you.

And the odds that I'll hit the powerball are higher than this thing ever getting out of the rookie league.

Nancy: I feel like I accomplished something: I made you speechless!

scott h said...

HA Ha, I will trade your streaker for a 13yr boy- girl swimparty and up you with two driving fashion queens.

C-Canobie said...

SH - Is that a swim party or a poker game (or both)? :D

C-Canobie said...

P.S. Is TD trying to get published? ;)

Tex said...

are ya playing Go Fish?? whats all this trading?

Ted D said...

13 year swim party? HA. I'll trade you high blood pressure, Trot pooping through his diaper on my arm, and Rakes whacking Trot on the back of the head with his plastic bat for THAT.

Hi Carol, and no, I'm NOT trying to get published. This little sandbox is plenty big for me.

Hey Tex: HE started it.

beckperson said...

Ted, that's a great picture! And Tex is right that you're going to have a great record of all your kids growing up. All that, plus free therapy! Nothing wrong with that ;-)

PS: One of these days, I hope Angie starts a blog too. Interesting to hear her take on all this!

Ted D said...

Hi Becks: Pleasant little fella isn't he?! Some days I just shake my head and walk away, it's just not worth the fight!

And Ang can't start blog, because then all MY dirty laundry would get aired out. ;)

Tex said...

yah Angie....YOU start a blog!!

Ted D said...

Tex, don't encourage her!

Tex said...

but Ted....it would be fun to read 'her side' :)

Ted D said...

Not for me, Tex.

Not for me. ;)

scott h said...

Ok I will take your pooping diaper and head knocker and for in one yr mind you. Two proms two Christmas dances, Oh hey Dad I think I want to play baseball, football and could I give golf a try and my equipment needs to be here by fri.

Ted D said...

Plus, you are going to have to pay for THREE weddings.

OK, you win. :)

Stacy said...

Ted, Scottie's right, the version I heard had Rakes with only a shirt on. Please verify your facts with your wife or my daughter. :)