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Went camping last week with wifey and our 2 3/4 yr old. It was his first camping trip 4hrs north of us. I could not have asked for a better time. My son Andre (hence the profile pic) behaved perfectly and had so much fun seeing/hearing/doing new things. The look in his eyes as we sat at the lake shore at dusk listening to the silence and animals made me so joyous I almost wept.
It was strange though. I felt this eerie sense of time looping as I found myself replaying memories from my youth camping with my family, except this time I am dad. I could see my father's joy in my mind's eye as I interacted with my son as though he was living through me, and I through my son. Friggin' twilight zone! Bitter-sweet, and one of the most beautiful experiences I have had as a father.
And yes, he is sleeping sort of upright in a canoe
It was strange though. I felt this eerie sense of time looping as I found myself replaying memories from my youth camping with my family, except this time I am dad. I could see my father's joy in my mind's eye as I interacted with my son as though he was living through me, and I through my son. Friggin' twilight zone! Bitter-sweet, and one of the most beautiful experiences I have had as a father.
And yes, he is sleeping sort of upright in a canoe
dynomot
Android Expert
I have the same sort of experiences with my son @TheAtheistReverend (he is 7 in December) . It is wonderful, and I belive one of the perks of being a Dad.
On another positive note : IT'S FRIDAY!
On another positive note : IT'S FRIDAY!
K
Kaat72
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MLSS
Android Expert
She walks in beauty
George Gordon Byron, 1788 - 1824
I.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
II.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
III.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
George Gordon Byron, 1788 - 1824
I.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
II.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
III.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
K
Kaat72
Guest
Stand still
Just for a while
Then go on
And enjoy life...
There is a lot of beauty around us,
But some time we need time to feel sorrow for what's lost.
Folding laundry,
Got the radio on,
Singing out loud.
Just for a while
Then go on
And enjoy life...
There is a lot of beauty around us,
But some time we need time to feel sorrow for what's lost.
Folding laundry,
Got the radio on,
Singing out loud.
Well, if it's time for poetry ....
“Mary and the Booger Tree.”
By You-know-who
Mary Willy moved to Philly
With her brother Tom and cousin Billy.
They found a house near Fairmont Park
With a porch, a swing, a butler “Clark”
And a big old oak with peeling bark
That dripped out sap when it was chilly.
The boys and girls from up the block
Had said the tree was fun to mock.
So after school on chilly days
Or in the warmer summer haze
with insults and demeaning phrase
They'd taunt the oak ‘til five o’clock.
At ten past five when work was done
Mary chased them from their fun.
All, that is, for a boy named Lucas
Who said the tree was dripping mucous
And all those boogers tend to spook us.
But Mary did not like the pun.
Mary vowed she’d stop their joking
And all the taunts she found provoking.
She planned a scheme devised to teach
The boys and girls the proper speech
To address an oak, or even beech
And return to them a proper soaking.
With the help of neighbor Bobby Sanchez
Mary climbed up in the branches
And waited for that Lucas fellow.
When she heard the children bellow
She dropped a bowl of lime green Jello
And giggled while their pallor blanches.
Lucas never came back taunting
And spent the days, his own house haunting.
The other children learned their lesson
That trees need love and lot’s of blessin’
and with Mary, they’re not messin’.
Since then the tree was never wanting.
In winter under branches spreading
The tree saw Mary’s friends go sledding
‘ Neath the oak in scenes bucolic
Adults would play and children frolic
Except that year she had the colic.
It’s even where she held her wedding.
The years flew by for tree and Mary
Her kids grew up so fast it’s scary.
The booger oak got old and frail.
It lost a branch to wind and hail
But Mary’s pleas were no avail
To the city men who were quite wary.
The tree was sick from prick’ly crown
To trunk she used to dance aroun’.
The gardener tried to nurse it well
With food and love and magic spell
But the mighty oak had said farewell
so in the fall they chopped it down.
Mary Willy moved from Philly
To a place that didn’t get as chilly
With sprouting acorns in her pocket
And pointed leaf in golden locket.
Where oaks had stood, an empty socket
And in its place, there grew a lily.
Mary’s daughter, Mary Leigh
Planted acorns, one-two-three.
In the meadow where the children go,
Now twenty dripping oak trees grow
And say what you already know,
That Mary loved her booger tree.
“Mary and the Booger Tree.”
By You-know-who
Mary Willy moved to Philly
With her brother Tom and cousin Billy.
They found a house near Fairmont Park
With a porch, a swing, a butler “Clark”
And a big old oak with peeling bark
That dripped out sap when it was chilly.
The boys and girls from up the block
Had said the tree was fun to mock.
So after school on chilly days
Or in the warmer summer haze
with insults and demeaning phrase
They'd taunt the oak ‘til five o’clock.
At ten past five when work was done
Mary chased them from their fun.
All, that is, for a boy named Lucas
Who said the tree was dripping mucous
And all those boogers tend to spook us.
But Mary did not like the pun.
Mary vowed she’d stop their joking
And all the taunts she found provoking.
She planned a scheme devised to teach
The boys and girls the proper speech
To address an oak, or even beech
And return to them a proper soaking.
With the help of neighbor Bobby Sanchez
Mary climbed up in the branches
And waited for that Lucas fellow.
When she heard the children bellow
She dropped a bowl of lime green Jello
And giggled while their pallor blanches.
Lucas never came back taunting
And spent the days, his own house haunting.
The other children learned their lesson
That trees need love and lot’s of blessin’
and with Mary, they’re not messin’.
Since then the tree was never wanting.
In winter under branches spreading
The tree saw Mary’s friends go sledding
‘ Neath the oak in scenes bucolic
Adults would play and children frolic
Except that year she had the colic.
It’s even where she held her wedding.
The years flew by for tree and Mary
Her kids grew up so fast it’s scary.
The booger oak got old and frail.
It lost a branch to wind and hail
But Mary’s pleas were no avail
To the city men who were quite wary.
The tree was sick from prick’ly crown
To trunk she used to dance aroun’.
The gardener tried to nurse it well
With food and love and magic spell
But the mighty oak had said farewell
so in the fall they chopped it down.
Mary Willy moved from Philly
To a place that didn’t get as chilly
With sprouting acorns in her pocket
And pointed leaf in golden locket.
Where oaks had stood, an empty socket
And in its place, there grew a lily.
Mary’s daughter, Mary Leigh
Planted acorns, one-two-three.
In the meadow where the children go,
Now twenty dripping oak trees grow
And say what you already know,
That Mary loved her booger tree.
Congratulations!!
When your child's child has a child... that's old. I'm closing in on that one. Congrats on the Grand Uncle event. New life is a wonderful event!
MLSS
Android Expert
I was the fun Uncle when he and his brother were kids. We played video games and ate all the junk food they wanted at my house lolYay for babies! And I'm sure that great uncle title has multiple meanings.
K
Kaat72
Guest
These videos may be shocking (NSFO or kids) but know it's a true miracle everyone got away and no one was injured! Angels do exist
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-33762806
More videos of it in this Dutch link: http://m.alphens.nl/nieuws/overig/20038,bouwkraan-koningin-julianabrug-valt-op-huizen.html
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-33762806
More videos of it in this Dutch link: http://m.alphens.nl/nieuws/overig/20038,bouwkraan-koningin-julianabrug-valt-op-huizen.html
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