This morning I woke up and got up for breakfast. I made it all the way to the shower before either of our kids woke up. Dylan usually wakes up before I do but she seems to be running a bit of a fever the past two days and so has slept a little bit later.
I got out of the shower, dried off, and started the rest of my routine. Dylan walked in our bathroom, all quiet, sleepy and passive, about the same time Mom rotated into the shower from her nightly slumber. Luckily, I was able to get my underwear on before Dylan turned the corner.
Dylan stood there watching me brush my teeth in my underwear. When I was done she asked, “is that a pocket Daddy?” looking at the sewn fly in my boxers.
Now, I realize the bulk of my readers are female but I have to guess you know what athletic boxers look like, so I will spare you the description, and how the fly is sewn on to the front. 🙂 For those of you that can’t imagine, I would just like to leave you with the adjectives: snug, majestic, and Micheal Jordon.
OK, I would like to leave you with that description but it wouldn’t be entirely true. And I know Micheal Jordan isn’t exactly an adjective but Hanes is.
Dylan left the door hanging wide open for a witty reply however with the ‘pocket‘ question. But, as I looked over my shoulder to see Mommy looking at me in a somewhat unglamorous position, after staggering into the shower room (she rarely opens her eyes when she makes this trip), I figured I better behave.
I replied, “why yes Dylan it is a pocket?”
“What’s it for Daddy?”
The one liners are just sitting on the tip of my tongue but rolling with it I told her, “Well I can put my keys in there. Or my wallet…..Or both.”
Dylan deduces, ” Isn’t it hard to findthere Daddy?” (thanks sport)
I agreed, “Well that’s the idea Dylan” as I looked over to Mommy for approval.
Mommy just shook her head and flushed her face into the palms of her hands in disbelief.
I don’t know what she was shaking her head about? I was proud of myself for keeping the conversation to a ‘G’ rating and yet still a wee bit amusing (pardon the pun)
So, to all you new parents out there, you have these conversations to look forward too!
I heard this old song on the radio this morning that instantly took me back. It was a song from my youth. Do you have those memory jogging songs that take you back to a particular place and time? The song was ‘Back in the Saddle‘. The record that it came from was Aerosmith ‘Rocks‘.
I was so taken back by this song I thought I might do an album review! What’s that? Album? Maybe even change the whole format of this blog to record reviews? I am kidding of course.
What’s so special about this record? This is probably my favorite Aerosmith record. it was their fourth effort and probably the hardest rocking one they ever put out.
More importantly, to me, it was released in May of 1976. I listened to it. My friends listened to it. It was quite the edgy record in 76. And its songs catapulted me into the one of the best times of my life!
Yes, Back in the Saddle and Rocks reminded me of my best summers ever, the summer of 1976. This was the year I spent most of the summer with my best friend in Stone Harbor, NJ in his house right across from the ocean.
I was 14 years old and just completed my 7th grade. Stone Harbor is on the south Jersey shore, close to Cape May. There is no Snookie. It is filled with nice kids and great families from the Northeast who were fortunate enough to have summer homes on the coast. More residential then touristy, the coastal retreat had a small town feel while still being on the edge of the tourist section in New Jersey.
Previously, MY family made the trip to the coast for one week each year. These were the things, along with Christmas, that I looked forward to each year at that young age. That year, however, I was able to spend about half the summer in an ocean front house with my best friend, John Himes, and his family. I was officially a beach bum!
I could get use to this!
What a summer!It was a summer of excitement and a summer of discovery and new experiences. It was a taste of ocean front coastal living with a family that was not on a budget. And what an impressionable age to experience these new things! As you can tell, it made a lasting memory!
The age when we were realizing what summer meant, being a kid, getting a little more freedom, more mobility and independence to roam, a little bit more money in our pockets to spend how we wanted. At least he did. We wore our favorite pair of faded jeans, cut off and frayed to the bottoms of our pockets (it was the 70’s after all) and our perceived coolest tank tops. We also were starting to notice all the other types of Junior High girls out there!
It was the Year of Summer Hits like: ‘Silly Love Songs’, ‘AfternoonDelight’, and “If You Like Pina Coladas’ remind me of this summer too. Peter Frampton had his Live album and ‘Baby I Love Your Way’ and ‘DoYou Feel Like We Do’ filled the airwaves. There was ‘Play That Funky MusicWhite Boy’ and forgettable songs like ‘More, More, More (how do you like it)’, ‘Fly, Robin, Fly’ and (gulp) ‘Disco Duck‘. It was the summer of Blue Oyster Cult’s ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’ plus this cool 4th record from that new group, Aerosmith, called ‘Rocks‘. And it was the summer of JAWS! Imagine seeing Jaws while spending the your summer at the beach.
This summer was playing all day under the warm summer sun in the ocean, playing in the waves over our heads, riding the waves, perfecting our body surfing to a fine art, noticing the cute girls on the beach our age, and then coming home to a refrigerator full of new snacks. I ate my weight in Bugles that summer! We took pride in toughening up the soles of our feet across the hot street to the ocean for the hot beach sand and getting the deepest, darkest tans we could under the hot summer sun.
Catching some waves…
It was the summer of our nation’s Bicentennial. Remember that? There were festivities planned all summer across our nation climaxing to a fun and spectacular July 4th week, weekend and evening celebration. There was so much to do and Red, White and Blue was everywhere in every conceivable fashion, manner, trinket and souvenir. Their were so many festivities that year; more than this old boy can recall.
the Bicentennial Silver Dollar
It was that summer I lined up on the right field foul line to race other kids my age to the other end of the field for some 4th of July festivities. I won that race. My buddy John came in second. To this day that trophy is still the biggest trophy in my trophy case.
Later that day was the Home Run Derby. Here, I was looking forward to showing everyone my little league skills from back home. Plus, Shawn, the friend of Carol, who was the friend of John, was at the HR competition. I spied Shawn a few times on the beach that summer with Carol. Shawn might have been the cutest girl I had ever seen! (to that point in my young life) Summer days were somehow brighter when she was at the beach. Had she noticed me at the HR Derby? Did she remember me? I was the fast kid earlier that day. I had my name called over the PA system at the awards ceremony earlier that morning.
Swinging for the fences
So at the HR Derby I tried to hit the ball so hard I that I barely hit it at all. I glanced over at Shawn in between each pitch to see if she was watching me. While I didn’t win this time I thought I heard Shawn and Carol cheer encouragement for me. She must have known who I was I thought! And that was enough intrinsic rewards for me.
That summer, we would walk 20 blocks downtown to see the other kids staying in Stone Harbor all summer. They were short blocks and we had fun the whole way down and back. Once downtown, I was instantly accepted by these kids because John knew all of them, he was bigger than most of them, and I had that dark summer, live-at-the-beach tan (and the way cool cut-off jeans).
We played roof top miniature golf, went to lots of places I had never been before, and walked in all the summery souvenir stores. I fantasized about owning all the trendy t-shirts, with the decals ironed on them, back to school in the fall as my badge of honor to what I did that summer. It was on those walks home from downtown that I discovered the full moon never moved from its position over the ocean, no matter how far north or south we walked. How could anything be so big I thought?
We would walk over to the ocean front hotels and look around. We saw other families on the go, trying to fit their summer vacation into one week. We walked around, pretended we were older than we were, went to the places only the locals knew and felt about as important as any 14 year old could feel.
And then we would wake up early, to the sound of tennis balls hitting the neighboring tennis courts, eat English Muffins on the deck while watching seagulls sit atop the beach pylons and live the life of a kid at the beach all over again.
This was the summer that persuaded me to pursue a degree in Hotel/Motel Restaurant management and then move to the beach after graduation. Have I mentioned I am a bit of a beach bum?
Which brings me back to the summer-sun setting on this post, back to reality and back to the brink of this year’s summer season.
Please let this post be my WordPress Summertime V-card to all of you. I really hope you find a memorable, fun and exciting summer this year too. Make it happen! Make it one of your favorites and one of your best. Make some summer plans, try new things, stay fit, fun and fabulous, meet new people, reacquaint with your best friends from your past, stay optimistic in what you can do, and take time to notice the great things all around you. Its summer after all! Have a Stone Harbor summer! I hope it ROCKS!
What has been YOUR favorite all-time, Aerosmith Rocks summer?
Hello out there! Sorry I have been absent for so long. I know I have been out of touch awhile. Never fear fearless bloggers I am still reading your good stuff, although it has been a fast, stealth-like method lately; in and out. Keep up your good work!
To all friends, family and followers I am sorry I have been out of touch. I know by now you must be starving for some updates on these two spectacular girls of ours. So here are some quick, bullet-point updates over the past few weeks:
Dylan counted to 100 the other day, all by herself. She continues to impress us with her smarts and fantastic memory. It won’t be long until she will be making fun of MY memory, not just Mom.
Aunt Sue is coming down for a week this weekend so that means hundreds of new pictures for you to see how much these toddlers are growing up into little girls (sigh).
Each of the girls are enjoying VBS this week. They actually ask to go. Are we parents that bad to be around? The second day there one of the instructors came up to me and said that Dylan was going to be a great mommy. I said, “How?” She said Dylan was trying to keep Skylar from roaming around too much out of there class room. She finally stopped beside her instructor, threw her hands on her hips with a frustrated sigh and said, “I just can’t control the girl.” Know what you mean kiddo!
12 new kids moved next door to us for the summer. All are older than our girls but they have someone to play with. Last Sunday night we helped them set up a nice above ground pool. They better be checking that Ph with 12 little kids in there!
On the way to VBS tonight Dylan said, “Daddy I was wrong” She may be the first female I have ever heard say that, showing, again, how truly progressive she is. 🙂 Just kidding ladies!
We rode bikes to our favorite restaurant last week. It is about 4 miles round trip and Dylan is still in her training wheels. She is a go-getter though and made it there with no problem. On the way home she got the post-lunch sleepies and quit about half way. I had to put her in the kids seat on the back of my bike and hoist her little bike over my shoulder and ride with both the rest of the way. I guess we need some more training for that girl!
Our favorite restaurant manager and Dylan’s adopted Mom at Texas Roadhouse
Skylar knows her colors now and most numbers. She can count to 10 all by herself. Most of all she is asserting her independence in her never ending cries to, “Let me do it! Let me do it!” She still loves her swing.
She can name all the colors
That’s about it for now knuckleheads. I will try to do better next time. I have a few ideas to write about. I just need to find some batteries for some more energy and a wee more time. As always, thanks for dropping by!