Ah, This Is The Life...

It’s been unseasonably warm here in the Northeast and I took advantage of that today. I spent the morning on pet poop patrol. I can think of no better way to spend a beautiful Thursday morning. Mommy was home today so I set out early to clean the backyard and empty the litter box. Armed with black plastic bags, rakes, gloves and a pitch fork I was merrily on my way. Could my job as a full-time dad get any better…I think not! The Helper stood on the deck and provided “direction” as I policed the back yard; this is one of those tasks he doesn’t “help” with – I don’t see why not. When he gets older though, boy won’t he be surprised at his chore list. Hey, chores build character, right? Between diapers, litter boxes and dogs I’m up to my neck in…character!

When all was said and done I felt a great sense of accomplishment. The dogs and cat were happy with me too. Though I’m thinking about not feeding them anymore – screw the ASPCA! I wouldn’t have to do this in prison!

Baggage Claim - The Great Class Equalizer

This is one of those posts that has more to do with humanity than parenting or my kid’s funny anecdotes. Please indulge this diversion for a moment. For those of you who’ve never had the experience of picking someone up from a New York airport at midnight, this is for you…

It’s midnight at New York’s LaGuardia Airport in Flushing, Queens. I’m here to pick up my friend coming in from Palm Springs, by way of Dallas. Her flight has been delayed from 12:10 a.m. to 12:41 a.m. Not bad when you consider an hour delay at LaGuardia is the norm. I’ve been to this airport many times and know my way around quite well. Although, I was a little concerned when it took me forty minutes to get into the airport due to some traffic back-up. But I have left plenty of time and it is not a problem. I find the gate where my friend will be arriving and check the monitor for an update…still due in at 12:41 a.m. It's 12:20 a.m., so I find a good vantage point and armed with my cell phone and iPod I wait. While lost in some music, I notice quite a commotion going on over at the baggage claim area. Hmmm… I think, this could be interesting. I glance over to find approximately 700-1000 people crammed into baggage claim. Uh oh, this is not good. It seems 3 or 4 plane loads of luggage has not arrived. I gather from nearby conversations that some people have been waiting over three hours for their flight’s luggage. The situation is deteriorating fast.

The thing that struck me was that differences in culture, class, race, social and economic status seemed to melt away when everyone was faced with the same problem. It didn’t matter if you were just in from Palm Beach wearing your Ralph Lauren cable knit and carrying your Prada backpack or from St. Louis using plastic shopping bags as carry-on (nothing against St. Louis). Everyone was the same. Aires of affluency and poverty disappeared, if only for that moment. Annoyed, angry, frustrated, tired, and fed-up, people were talking, laughing, and commiserating with each other. People who would never give each other a second look were bonding over the issues at hand. The first and foremost issue; execute any airline representative who dared to venture into the mêlée. The airline (who shall remain nameless) seemed to be content making inaudible announcements that just added to the frenzied atmosphere.

My friend’s flight finally landed at 1 a.m. and I meet her at the gate… so much for the updates on the monitors. I tell her of the situation in baggage claim. We put on our armor and venture into the battlefield. To my surprise delight relief, her flight’s bags are presently being circulated. It takes me about 4 minutes to find her bag, I grab it and we make a move toward the exit, just then a group of guys turn around and say, “Congratulations!” I smiled and high tail it to the door. No need being here any longer than we have to – when things hit rock bottom I don’t want to have to be interrogated by the police or deposed by the lawyers.

Whoever said that New Yorker’s aren’t friendly has never met us when we’re pursuing a common cause. Psychologists might call it "mob mentality." I call it resolve for a common cause. The ugly situation made me see again that we’re not all that different from one another. If we could only get together on matters that are more serious than lost luggage, humanity would certainly be a force to be reckoned with.

A Late Night Ahead... and Some Updates

I’m picking up my friend at the airport tonight. She’s returning from a ten day vacation in Palm Springs, CA. She’s the one I’ve been pet sitting for and whose car I’ve been using. Her flight gets in at 12:30 a.m. EST and it’s about an hour and a half drive home. I expect to be in bed by three, hopefully. The Helper has gone to Nannie’s overnight; he won’t be home until tomorrow night. Mommy’s dropping the Baby off at Nan’s tomorrow before she goes to work. All so I can get some sleep tomorrow. Have I mentioned before how much I am in love with this woman. I think I have, but it needs repeating. I love you honey!

A follow-up to “Real Men Don’t Cry”: The Baby had to go to the Dr.’s today for another vaccine and check up. He’s doing great; 75^th-90^th percentile on height and weight, as well as, making all his developmental milestones. This is always a big worry for us parents until they’re “out of the woods.” Supposedly, when they’re forty or so…that’s what I hear at least.

A follow-up to “Dad, My Socks Are Boring”: The Helper announced to Mommy and me, on New Year’s Eve that his room is “boring” too. Well, to be honest, we really haven’t changed it since he was a baby. Mommy and I have been talking about a room renovation but not until this summer. I think a remodel will be sooner than later, though. Especially, seeing as he was such a big help when we were doing his brother’s room in preparation for the baby’s arrival. My only problem is a logistical one – where to put all the crap toys while I’m repainting and revamping. Oh maybe he’ll just have to out grow this “boredom” phase. Or maybe he can just embrace a minimalist design concept. We’ll see -- I’ll keep you posted if anything else becomes “boring.” I sure hope I’m not boring to him? Hmmm… I’ll have to ask him. Thanks for reading!