Wednesday, March 31, 2010

I Love Tomato Paste!

I love tomato paste
I love the way it squishes,
And the way
It slides down my throat.
You know it makes me feel good.


Well I love tomato paste
It's such a wonderful taste
I love to feel the paste
On my lips
and taste the paste on my tounge
In the kitchen standing



Lycopene washed
All my cares away
I wake up to a healthy prostate
'Cause I love tomato paste
Yes, I love tomato paste
Well, I love tomato paste
I love tomato paste


I love tomato paste
I love the way it squishes, 
And the way
It slides down my throat.
You know it makes me feel good.


Well I love tomato paste
It's such a wonderful taste
I love to feel the paste
On my lips
and taste the paste on my tounge
In the kitchen standing



Puts a song
In this heart of mine
Puts a smile on my face every time





























'Cause I love tomato paste
Yeah I love tomato paste
Ooh I love tomato paste
Yeah I love tomato paste

A Dad and His Boys

A boy needs his dad.  My boys miss their dad when he is gone, which is too often.  So, when he is home, they soak him up like parched land soaks up the rain- sometimes, the land is too dry to accept the water, and the rain runs off the land and floods where it finds low ground.  In this case, it takes some time for the ground to be receptive to the water.

I can't believe that it has been almost a year since Gary came home from his last deployment.  Granted, he has been gone a lot recently, but since they have been short jaunts, the boys have not gotten so parched as to reject the love coming their way.


Sparring with Dad


First game of Risk


Waiting at a Tournament




Fishing Poles!


Different Personalities

Some of the Things Dads Are Good For


Teaching the Youngling to Enjoy Online Gaming

Tonight, Gary is taking Gabriel to his first concert, to see Shinedown.  I think that I am the most excited about it, although it is hard to tell with Gabriel, since he has become so stoic.  I can't wait to hear all about it... tomorrow.  Gary and I went to see STP last night, and I am a wee bit tired.  It'll be an early night for me.  But, while I'm sleeping, my men will be bonding, and nothing could be better.

Monday, March 8, 2010

When Gabriel Lost His Mind

Since I posted a story about the littles (Or, as Gabriel calls them "The Joes"), I asked Gabriel's permission to post a story about him.  First, I had to tell him the story.  After he had recovered his breath enough to talk, he said that it was fine for me to post it, so long as I made it clear that he was 5 when this happened.  So, please note that my child was 5 when the following occurred.

When Gabriel was 5, we lived in Maine.  We lived with Gary's parents for 8 months.  During that time, Gabriel went grocery shopping with Gary's mother, Memere, and Memere's father, Pepere J.  Pepere J only needed a few items, and always finished before Memere did.  As a result, he would wait on the benches at the front of the store while Memere finished her shopping.  Apparently, Gabriel frequently cavorted back and forth between the two.

On this particular day, Pepere J was sitting on one of the benches watching Gabriel as he scampered around, getting drinks, talking, and generally having a good time.  Now, behind the benches, there were photos of store employees.  In front of the bench was a generously proportioned gentleman who decided to lean over the bench to peer more closely at the portraits.

As the scene played out, Gabriel availed himself of the water fountain.  Then, he walked over to the large man leaning over the bench, and proceeded to spit the water down the pencil holder at the back of his pants.  Apparently, the man never turned around.  I don't know if Gabriel's mouth had warmed the water to body temperature, but I do know that the man must surely have noticed the water going down his behind.

We'll never know what the man, or Gabriel thought, because Pepere J thought it was funny, and didn't say anything until a couple weeks later.  He didn't want Gabriel to get in trouble.  That's what happens when you get a 90 year old man and a 5 year old boy together.  They cause trouble.

When I told Gabriel this story, he said, "Why?"  I have absolutely no answer for that.  Little boys' brains do not work the way grown women's brains work.  This is just one of those stories that will live forever in family lore.

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