i was leaving the gym today and my wife calls me, well i think it's my wife and i pick up and it's my son..."dady want i want nuggets! i wan t nuggets daddy! (chicken nuggets from McDonald.. or Wendy's doesn't particularly matter). lol i'm like okay lil dude calm down ,.. he goes on "please daddy, i want nuggets".. so he gives the phone back to my wife and she was like yeah he has been screaming about some nuggets all morning so I said tell your dad so she called me.. so I stop and get him his nuggets and I'm in the drive threw and i'm thinking.. dude, this lil dude isn't a spitting image of his dad i don't know what is. i cannot believe this lil dude is about to be 3 freaking years old.
lol part of me is somewhat shocked that i could keep a living human alive for 3 years lol. in a funny but yet, not funny type way. it's just funny how your priorities change when you have a child. 3 years ago i was holding him when he was born and now the lil knucklehead is talking in a freaking iphone. i mean clearly talking. that just baffles me sometimes. everytime i go home and my mom will give me that look.. "i remember 20 something years ago i brought you home from the hosptial" i used to thin it was so corny but now i'm saying the same thing.
also, it's neat how Christmas changes as you get older. When I was his age, evne a little older, all I could do was think about the presents i would open on Christmas and playing with the presents. Then you hit like your mid teens, and for me christmas was the time of the year i got everything i had wanted all year. new video games, maybe some new clothes, new colonge, new CD player.
then when you get a little older, like your young 20's, that first time you spend Christmas with a girl, even if you are just dating, its' kinda neat honestly. because you never have done anything like that before. you might get her somehting and she might get you something, and you do the familyi thing, but really you are just happy to be with her on that day. it's a very neat feeling. it's like the transication into adult hood.
then as you get a little older, and you start getting into relationships and you start going about your way in life, leaving from under your parents wings, to make your ownway in the world, and espeically in my ase, beucase it was around that time when I left arknasas for good, i met my now wife, and spending my first Christmas back in little rock, after not seeing my mom for 8 months, and having a woman i was actually in love with.. that was a very special christmas. just being around my mom after not seeing her once a week or at worst once a month for basically my entire life.
but none of that trumps, watching your son open his presents that he thinks are from Santa Claus on Christmas morning. doesn't even fvcking come close. none of it. doing the whole making cookies and leaving milk for santa the n ight before, watching santa on the radar on TV with your son, making sure he's in sleep and you and your wife or my wife, lol, trying to figure out how to get the presents in without waking him up. him jumping up in our bed at 4:30-5am dragging us out of bed and the look on his eyes when he sees his presents.. man i'm seriously tearing up right now and i don't cry. man it's just nothing like it. the look on his face, just the joy we share with him at that time, it makes everything, all the sacrifices i have made in my life, the ups the downs, the flaky ass women, the good and the bad, all of it worth it.
I have no idea what I am going to get for christmas. I mean, just to be frank, there isn't very much my wife or anyone can't buy me that i can't buy myself so Christmas stop being about getting **** a long time ago. even still, she does a very good job of finding **** i want but don't think i want if that makes sense. and my wife is so spoiled rotten, the few things she does really really want, she has. she's not very materialistic, doesn't particularly care about jewelry, she's a country girl at heart. but my son.. man i get giddy talking my ass in toy's r us about the **** i'm going to buy HIM. i went and bought him a power wheel 2 weeks ago. can't wait to see him tear up the house on Christmas morning lol. he LOVES dinosaurs so we got him a bunch of dinosaur stuff. Just a bunch of random ass ****, toys from santa.
anyway, I am defiantly a proponent of plate spinning, defiantly. most defiantly. it's a must. but man, married life, having a son... at some point in life, especially if you chose wisely, the **** isn't that bad. defiantly has it's moments
]lol last year my wife burnt the Christmas cookies and joe starting crying beufas he thought santa wasn't goinna leave no toys. i was crying laughing. i actrually had to run to the store at 9pm on christmas eve to buy some cookies to make him stop crying
