July 22, 2008

  • Noah Tales

    Today is Nathaniel's seventh birthday.
    As astonished that I am by this fact, this blog is about Noah...

    Today Noah slept longer than all of us.
    This isn't usually the case--usually Nathaniel wakes up, proceeds to wake up his brother, and the two of them run around the house making all kinds of commotion waking the rest of the world up.

    But not today.

    Today I went into Noah's room, turned off the fan (good white noise for sleeping), and then stood on a stool to look at him on the top bunk. He stirred a little bit and then flipped over quickly from laying on his tummy to laying on his back (like a cat-but the opposite), looked me straight in the eye with a huge grin, cocked his head to the side, and said in a crystal clear (and quite loud) voice,

    "Dad? Did you beat me?"

    Of course, now I'm confused...

    "At what?"

    And in a split second I'm scrolling through my head all of the possible things at which I could beat Noah...Mojo...Lego Indiana Jones...dancing...awesomeness...WAKING UP?
    That must be it...waking up...

    "Yes, Noah! I did beat you!" I replied...

    ...I didn't really know...but THAT didn't really matter...

    ...because....in the end...I win. No matter what. Even in waking up...or whatever Noah meant...

    I

    WIN.

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