Back in the day

I have often been asked the question "what was your first memory". Two memories stand out as being pretty early. The first one, the good one, was watching my older brother blow out candles on a birthday cake that had been baked with money inside. My mom baked a cake full of dimes, quarters, and nickels as I remember, at least I think my mom was the one who baked it. I don't remember how old I was or how old my brother was turning at the time, but I do remember wondering how on earth I was going to chew up a quarter. The second memory, the more difficult one, was me breaking out of my pre-school class; do you remember back in the day when nurseries/pre-schools built baby cages along one wall of the room? Well I wasn't having any of that so I busted free and ran down the halls of the church/school yelling for mom. Everytime I walk in a nursery now I look for those cages. Yeah, you might consider that being an issue for me. But you know what? I also chew slowly when I eat cake just incase I come upon a little silver treasure. I wonder what my kids will say when they all get older as to their first memories, should be interesting. Here is Simon having fun in the sun. Hopefully, this will be his first memory.

About Simon, he is now able to rock up on his hands and knees, and scoot backwards. This is bitter sweet for me. Our last is finally getting mobile on his own. How wonderful "YAHOO", yet how sad "BOOHOO". I think I have crossed over into a new realm, being excited for his success, and at the same time knowing this will be my last time cheering a little one on to crawl, role over, and to do everythink else for the first time. Such is life I guess. Oh well, enough daddy droll. Crawl on my little guy.