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To Nap (Late) or Not to Nap-That is the Question

  
 
Our boys still nap.  Thank goodness for that.  Q, our five year old, takes about a two hour nap each day at preschool and on weekends.  JT, our soon to be three year old, can usually pull off a two to three our nap. We try to make sure that our boys nap early enough so they're still sleepy at night. 
 
JT was home with me today. I had a voiceover audition this morning so I left him with his grandma, Nana-C, for a couple of hours. Actually, three hours. By the time we got home it was two hours past his nap-time.
 
So here where my choices:

Papi, Suckered Again!

 
 
 
My son JT and I have spent the morning together. I thought I'd give him some lunch before nap time. While he ate I went into the bedroom to take a phone call and came back to find his plate empty.  Hurray! 
 
I put him down for a nap, sat down at the laptop and started visiting blogs and getting ready to write for the day. 
 
As I browsed some of my favorite mommy blogs and daddy blogs I looked over and saw JT’s sippy cup sitting next to his empty plate. It looked strange. Kind of like a jar in a bio-lab. There were bloated lumps or something floating in it...
 

Q's Quote for the Day

My son Q heard me talk about a woman who worked as a Nanny for a baby boy. 
He wanted to know if the Nanny would still take care of the baby when it grew up.  So he asked,
 
“Papi, will the Nanny still take care of the baby when it turns human like you and me?
 

Speaking the Language of Looks

 
JT has been home sick on and off the past couple of weeks.  It reminded me of this preblog story I wrote but never posted.  It's from last November. Enjoy.   --DiggyDaddy
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I’m at the coffee shop. I just dropped the boys off at school. JT was not happy to be there after a week home sick. He looked up at me with his little tear streaked face and repeatedly asked for, “up.” 
 
The boys have been in school long enough for me to be OK leaving them with the occasional tear in their eye. What I can’t shake is the look JT gave me as I left the classroom. I’m sure I’ve seen it before.
 

If Preschoolers Facebooked

 

JT occasionally comes with me to the coffee shop but only on the days I don’t expect to get much work done.  Today I’m trying to have him look through some children’s books while I write.  It hasn’t really worked so far. 

 

He has found another little boy to play with and at this moment they’re pocking each others’ belly buttons-- really.  Imagine me trying to do that with someone I just met.  Ok, better you don’t imagine. 

 

This got me thinking about how easily some children socialize.  In oder to think a little harder I ordered my usual Mexican Mocha (deliciously spicy).  I jokingly said to the owner,

Tell Me About How I Was Born on the Freeway (Reconnecting)

I was taking my son Q to preschool today and he asked, 
 
“Papi, can you tell me the story of when I was born on the freeway?”
 
I thought about it for a second and then started the story.
 
“…I was driving a borrowed car on the freeway, heading to the hospital and Mami was in labor and lying down across the back seat. She was lying in back because she couldn’t sit upright.  And we were in Aunt A’s [my sister-in-law’s] car because our car had a new infant-seat in the back, which was professionally installed by the local Sheriff, and which Mami didn’t want to take out; and that’s why we were in a borrowed car driving down the freeway and…"
 

Ant Farm and the Great Escape

  
My oldest son Q turns 5 years old today.  I'm a proud Papi.  I thought I'd share an adventure he and I had yesterday.
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Q and JT got an ant farm for Christmas. It’s actually described as an Ant Habitat and it doesn’t look like the old sand-filled ant farms. This one is filled with a gel that the ants burrow into and the gel also serves as their food.
 
We sent away for the ants and received a little vial full of dead ants. It’s been cold. We tried again. We received a second vial filled with about 20 ants.
 
Now, these are not your garden variety neighborhood ants. These are harvester ants. Think of the little house ant but on steroids.
 
They have huge pincers and the instructions say that they can “inflict a painful sting… that causes local swelling and itching”. OK, this definitely requires a little parental supervision.

Can You Say Pachycephalosaurus?

 Dinosaurs-- our boys are fascinated with dinosaurs
 
One of the newest PBS shows is “Dinosaur Train” and it’s an instant hit with my boys. 
 
My youngest, JT, enjoys whichever dinosaur roars the loudest, while my four year old, Q, is into the information about each dino. The show usually leaves them full of questions. 
 
I had a flashback to a commercial audition I had many years ago. It was for a well known theme park and the usual suspects were being auditioned for, “father,” “mother,” “son” and “fish.” (Ok, not fish.) 
 
We didn’t have children at the time and I was truly deaf, dumb and blind to what children were capable of at different ages. How things change.
 

4 Year Old Philosophizer

 
 
 
Yesterday I was getting the boys into the car to go to school. Q, my 4 year old, became very thoughtful and said, (and I quote)
 
“Papi, when am I going to understand the ways of the world?”
 
I found this so humorous but I was also taken aback. My first reaction was to ask, “Son, where did you hear that?” but I thought better of it.
 
I said, “What do you want to understand?
 

We Were ‘Us’ Before We Were Mami and Papi

My wife and I recently celebrated 10 years as a married couple. Add to that 10 years “dating” (is there a cut off period for using the word dating?) and it’s clear we’ve been together a long time. 

Our first six years as a married couple were child-free and the last 5 have been all about pregnancy, long nights, diapers, and of course - little bits of paradise.