Rowan the Great

Well, it’s been more than a year and a half since either my wife or I posted anything on this family blog.  I’ve been focusing on another blog, which I barely have time for, so I thought I’d jump start this one so we can have two blogs that we do not keep up with or have time for.  Mostly I wanted some place to discuss family matters and things other than triathlon.  Also, my wife stole both of my children and will not return until later this week.  Some people think…”FREEDOM!”  I think…”FUCK!”  When you avoid social situations and interacting on a personal level, it leaves you with zero friends, which means my family is the only human interaction I get outside of work.  I miss my family.  I don’t know how people live in different cities or fight overseas (thanks by the way).

Anyway, pity party over, much has happened since May 2010 (my wife’s last post) and I’ll catch up next time.  This post will be dedicated to this past weekend, which I spent with our oldest daughter, Rowan.  I remember praying prior to her birth “I just want an athlete…at least one child who loves sports like I do.”  Well, God apparently was listening and decided to show me the meaning of the phrase “be careful what you wish for.”  Now, I kind of wish kids didn’t have legs.  ”How the hell did she get up there, weren’t you watching her!??”  ”I was…I just…I don’t know, I turned my back for two sec…wait…where did she go…is someone starting the car?”  Nevertheless, I put those legs to good use this weekend and even though she probably won’t remember it, I will and it’s only one of many to come so, Rowan, if you’re reading this at some later time, we started this a long time ago and we will continue until I’m tired of it, i.e. never.

It’s no secret that I love milkshakes.  If YOU don’t love milkshakes, you’re dead to me and…screw you.  My daughter has already grown an affinity for them.  She prefers flavors IN ADDITION to vanilla, but we can work on that.

The morning after milkshakes and before traipsing around Houston, you need to start with a healthy breakfast. Apparently, I don’t make good eggs.  Dad, seriously, I’m 2, I fucking got this.  Ok, she didn’t say fucking, but she’s my daughter so she probably will soon enough.

Ok, I guess I haven’t seen the children’s museum since I was Rowan’s age because holy crap that place is amazing and it doesn’t end. “Here’s a block and a pencil Nick don’t kill yourself.”  ”Rowan, the next shuttle to the moon leaves soon or would you rather travel through time…we can do that now.”  Sweet crap!

You had fun Rowan, I promise, despite what your mother tells you.  And what is your obsession with water???  ”Give me a bath…put me in the sink…throw me in the lake.”  More water you say?  I give you a bath every morning, you want more?  Sweet crap…fine, but this is the last time you’ll be topless in public.

Time to visit Penni and torture her dog:

That was your Saturday dear.  Sunday, we took it eas…no, we did lots more shit and while I will always love you, I’m not taking you to see the mother*#$#ing parrots at the zoo again.

Rowan: SQUEEAL!

Parrot:  SQUAAAWK

Rowan: SQQUUUUUEALL!

Parrot: SQUUAAAWWWKK!

Nick:  EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Child Services:  Sir, I need you to come with me.

Rowan: SQUEEEAL!

To close things out, we rode the carousel 1, no, sorry, 2, wait, 3, crap, 4….8 times.  EIGHT times daughter! I enjoyed it probably as much as you did though, I’ll be honest.

Whether you will admit it or not, this was the greatest weekend of your life to date.  Well, it was for me anyway.  This weekend made me realize that you and Carys are the only thing of significance that I’ve ever done or at the very least the only thing worth bragging about.  I want to be better because of you.  I want things to be better FOR you….and I kind of love you.