Signs of Addiction
In an effort to preserve family interaction, we have a rule in our house: No watching TV during dinner! However, there is an exception to this rule. During the Olympics, our TV is always on.
Both Rob and I both suffer from Olympic addiction. Yes, the late night coverage is killing me. I have bags under my tired eyes from staying up much too late watching “one more event.”
Rob, too, is showing signs of addiction. Last night, we had the privilege of eating with just one of our children, Juliana. Nathan was visiting my parents. The exception rule was in effect. Our TV was tuned in to Beijing 2008.
During the meal, Rob kept winking at Juliana as he scooted his chair closer to hers ~ inch by inch until he was practically sitting in her seat. All the while Juliana and I were laughing at his attempt to get close to his princess daughter.
Juliana and I were adoring Rob’s antics but I sensed frustration. Finally Rob reported, “All this work and I still can’t get a good view of the TV.”
Juliana was shocked, “Daddy, you weren’t trying to get close to me afterall.”
Rob, looking a bit sheepish, hung his head.
Juliana and I laughed as we said at the same time, “Boys will be boys!”
No matter their age!
Enjoy your boys today!
Nathan takes after Rob — they are both avid readers. Rarely can either one of them be found without a book in hand. And Nathan has learned a few of Rob’s reading tricks. One of them, not yet mastered, set Nathan up for a lesson I hope he won’t ever forget.
makes the time spent lost in his books rather divine. Nathan tried it out for himself and guess what? Like father like son.
Later on, I ran into a friend at Harris Teeter. Her life had presented her with many challenges: tragic loss of her parents when she was in high school, her 3 year old son already had 2 open heart surgeries with another one planned, her husband lost his job and money had been tight for the past year. But she has encouraged him to pursue his dream of starting his own business. She is thankful for her friends. She is happy. Always smiling. She is a victor! And I was walking on sunshine after my even shorter conversation with her.

The driver of the car next to mine was just a goin’ to town, diggin real deep with great enthusiasm ~ picking his nose! I tried not to look but I couldn’t help myself. I never saw him flick, just pick. The nose picker went nonstop for three minutes. (I’ve timed the light more than once.)

We heard a snap in the woods. Ssshhh! No more than 15 feet away was a most adorable fawn staring right at us. We stared back. For nearly 3 minutes we were still and silent. Finally, the little guy bolted off.