I’m sure every dad has a story like this, but this one is mine:
This past Sunday morning, Christine asked me to get up with the boys, so that she could sleep in. So, around 6:30 in the morning, I rolled out of bed.
I watched a Baby Einstein movie with Grayson as I drank my first cup of coffee, and as Grayson drank his first bottle of the day. When he was done with his bottle, he just stared at the boob tube for a while, while I sipped the coffee… and around 6:45 or 6:50, I heard Jack’s door creak open, and then he poked his head around the corner in the hallway and said “Hi guys” in his sweet little morning voice.
As I said “Good Morning JACK!” he sprinted across the living room, and crawled up into my lap to finish Baby Einstein with Grayson and I. He snuggled into me, and said “Good morning Daddy. Good morning my baby.”
At that point, I knew it was going to be a good morning.
We all sat there, just holding on to each other, until the movie ended…
Then I got up and made eggs, and cinnamon toast, and grapefruit.
The boys ate while I drank my second cup of coffee.
After breakfast, Jack was ready to play, but I wanted to make sure Christine could sleep, so, I asked Jack if he wanted to go outside. To which he replied “YEEEAAAAHHHH! AGGIE FOOTBALLLLLLL!”
So, we grabbed his football and Grayson and went into the backyard.
We played with the football in the grass for a few minutes, and then Jack wanted to play on the patio, so we headed over there. I sat Grayson down and Jack climbed onto his Bobby Car (that’s two years old now, I think). Grayson then got up, and started “pushing” Jack around (or at least he tried… he’s not quite strong enough yet) and I joined him, and together we pushed Jack around on the Bobby Car while Jack used the phone to call Momo and Nana and Papa and Uncle Michael and Uncle Evan and Aunt Shadel and Ella (and everyone else he knows).
After we (Grayson) got tired of pushing Jack, we headed out to the hammock.
All three of us jumped on, and started swinging.
Grayson and Jack were crawling all over me &emdash; both of them having a blast.
When Grayson is really excited, he kicks… kind of like a bucking bull would kick… and he does it with both legs at the same time. And you know he’s really excited.
When we were just about done on the hammock (around 8:00) Jack and Grayson both climbed on top of me, and Jack said “Let’s go really really really high Daddy!”.
So, I basically stood up with my back on the hammock and then sat down in the hammock as it started to swing forward… and we went “really really really high” as Jack would say.
At the top of the first swing, Grayson started kicking wildly, and yelling “eha! eha! eha! eha! eha!” over and over… so I kicked and yelled along with him, and then Jack started doing the same.
We all kicked and yelled for a good five or ten minutes, stopping periodically for me to start the hammock swinging wildly again when it started petering out…
After we got off the hammock, we headed to the back door to find that Christine was up.
We’d accidentally woken her up.
I asked her in my best apologetic voice “I’m sorry, did we wake you up?”
She replied: “Me and all of our neighbors, I bet.”
I said “were we that loud?”
She just smiled and said “Let’s just put it this way, I could tell you all were having a lot of fun out there.”
And we were.
I kissed the boys, and sat them down on the kitchen floor, and Jack took off to his room to play, with Grayson close behind…
It was definitely the best Sunday morning I’ve ever had.
3 Replies to “The Best Sunday Morning Ever”
What a great story!
Jealous of you man. My boy has to fight with me about most everything.
I’m sure those days are around the corner Phill… but I’m enjoying these days while they last.