Sweet 16 random musings (vol. 4)
16 years ago today, the little W's joined the world. Today's edition of the random musings will be dedicated entirely to them...
1. One of the best days of my life was July 23rd, 1994. It was the day that changed my life forever. It was when my baby girls came into the world.
2. One of the worst days of my life was July 23rd, 1994. We nearly lost little JW on her way out of the womb. Thankfully, she toughed it out and made it. Much like right now, she had to do things her own way (the hard way)...she decided coming out feet first with the cord wrapped around her neck was the right way to do it. That day was such an emotional rollercoaster. And it was then that my first grey hair appeared...
3. I have 2 special memories that only little JW and I share - the minutes before she was taken via ambulance to Children's. After she was brought her out of her mom's tummy via C-section and she was cleaned up, I was able to spend just a few minutes with her. She was pretty angry, and blue... I will never forget that. We hung out waiting for the ambulance to get ready and she squeezed the hell out of my pinkie. And screamed. A lot.
4. A day later, when she was in much better shape but still pretty pissed off, I made my way to NICU to see her. In the incubator were all of these wires and tubes and then just this little baby. The diaper was bigger than she was :) And I got to hold her and bond - and surprisingly she stopped crying. Of course, once that happened, then I started...
5. One memory that I will always cherish of little MW was the day we went grocery shopping together, just the two of us. She was maybe 6 or 7 at the time. We were walking hand in hand through the store chatting when all the sudden MW looked up at me and said "we're pals, aren't we daddy?". Still chokes me up when I think about it.
6. Lowball glass, 3 fingers of scotch, a splash of water, and 5 ice cubes. It was about 2 years ago when one night, the kids asked me if I wanted a scotch and if they could make it. I said heck yes!! At one point, they started arguing over who could make me one.
7. Talks around the firepit. Those are good times. I'm willing to bet that they don't enjoy those times as much as I do now, but it is good bonding time nonetheless. I tend to enjoy using stuff as "teachable moments", so I do get a bit long winded, but it's an open exchange. I'm hoping that those talks will be the things that later in life they look back on and think of fondly. I know I do.
8. The good bounce. One of my prouder moments as a dad was watching little MW cross the stage to receive her letter for academic achievement.
9. JW's lightbulb went off. We were out to dinner one Wednesday night and talking about stuff. It was during the very early days of the health care debate and I was explaining it to the kids. After I ran through the basics, little JW looked up and exclaimed "We can't afford that!" Indeed. Another proud moment.
10. I wouldn't be the man that I am today with out the love of the good woman that puts up
with me and the kids that have taught me just as much as I hope I have taught them. Thank you both for making my life better. Happy Birthday!
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written by Kermit , July 23, 2010
May 3rd, 1993. Mine was 1 month early, breech with umbilical necklace and 3 lbs 3 oz.
Now she worries about getting fat. I make her walk the dog and mow the lawn.
written by Nobody , July 23, 2010
Little girls are a trip. But you guys know that you're getting dumber by the second. Ask your daughters, not just dumb but un-cool, un-hip they'll tell you. Have they reached the eye rolling stage yet?
written by Jim W , July 23, 2010
oh, that came long ago, Nobody. they keep the eye rolling to a minimum (at least that I can see). I haven't been told I'm dumb yet, though, so I've got that going for me.
written by Nobody , July 23, 2010
By the time mine reached thier late teens, they were convinced I could not dress myself. They come back by the mid twenties. Then you get to walk them down the isle and be a blubbering wreck.
written by tim-The Dyslexic Blogger , July 23, 2010
Oct 30th 1987 Placenta abruption 3lbs 2oz emergency c-section with a head full of red hair she announced to the world she was here and she was mad. my first daughter. My second daughter was no better at following a scheduled (she still has no concept of time) Dec 8 1988 2lbs 8oz. again emergency c-section with the cord wrapped around here neck and very blue. They airlifted her to children's where she was kept for over 30 days. thous were the days that test a mans heart they both pulled through and were the jewels of our family. even after losing there mother in 1999. We kept going now they are all over 20 and my stepdaughter got married 2 years ago god I can't believe I'm that old. The funnest thing is I am in school so is my youngest and I'm getting better grades then she is
written by Nobody , July 25, 2010
Wait until they start popping out grandkids, now that's old Tim.
written by tim-The Dyslexic Blogger , July 25, 2010
I have a grandson who is 7 and a 16 year old grand daughter. They live in California so I don't get to see them as often as I would like to. So what was that about being old Nobody?
