Parents R Lame

Tonite you learned to jump. We came back from dinner and you were wired up. You wouldn’t stop moving around. I told you, “If you don’t sit down and watch your movie (Toy Story), I am going to watch sports.” You said, “I want to watch sports.” Surprised, I turned it to football; then realized this was my chance to watch the Spurs beat the Mavs. So I turned on the recorded game I wanted to watch. And you watched basketball with me. We saw Duncan dunk, and I told you that one day you’d be tall enough to dunk, unless you have my short genes, which you don’t.

After watching for a few minutes, you realized that you had your own basketball, and you started looking around for it. We looked upstairs and found a flat kickball which we played with, until we found your real basketball. We played catch for awhile and you tried to dribble by hitting the ball against the floor, without really bouncing the ball, which you got a kick out of.

Then, we started to play jump with the ball. I knew that you did not know how to jump. Your jump is more like an in place skip, starting on one foot and ending on the other, like a one footed leap to the next foot without any vertical lift. Not a real jump.

I showed you that if you bend at both knees and then straighten really fast with force, it would be a jump. You liked to bend at the knees, like a frog, but when the quick straightening happened, it turned out to be the in place skip of old. That is until the third time you tried. On that third try, both knees straightened and very briefly both feet left the ground--simultaneously. A textbook leap. A jump. Never before had Grant jumped, but today it happened.

You grinned and I praised you. And the fourth try was the same ole in place skip. But somewhere in that mind there was a set program to leap and leave this Earth, if only by one inch.

Good Thing Gum Doesn't Stay in Your Stomach For Seven Years

Da's Anotha!

Surprise, surprise! Oh, da's anotha!



He's a big brutha!

Lost Tape - Got Nufnin

The following is a 'lost tape'--a segment of entertainment that has been withheld from you, in hopes of greater profit. Here, our profit is your further enjoyment! Darn, can't put an exact dollar amount on that, perhaps my accountant can? Anyhow, it fills in some gaps in the timeline between basically the end of Winter 2010 and Independence Day (2010), quite a stretch of time. It's a little rough, but so are all "basement tapes." No apology, just profit. For those that felt entitled to such, I am sorry.




Grant and Kelly in Sunglasses



He is tough;
He won't get in line;
No 'Sean!
No 'Sean! {and a fall}
Takin' it on the chin,
Gettin' up.
Hank wouldn't ' done it this way.

(There's a change a comin', but he doesn't know it. Don't worry, it's already happened. He changed schools. Long live 'Sean!)

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The boy has a blueberry muffin. He eats it at school, one per--day in and day out in a pattern. He's got his te-te, his blanket, and a blueberry muffin--a "nufnin".

He had a teacher, "Ms. DeSean." She tells him, "Get in line, like the rest." He eats from a paper towel and some fruit loops, thereupon. He walks away; he runs away. "No shawn!" he said every morning, because school means leaving his chair, and that's uncomfortable.

He runs from the line, the other Way, toward terrible two, or two and a half. He had a birthday.









Then, it snowed, again; Dallas in forgetful snow, feeding a little boy's Life:

[SNOW PICTURE]

but winter ended.



And the flowers bloomed from the ground.







Then, we went to the circus (not so maximus).

Circus




And rode a pony.



Saw some oliphaunts.



Run away he did, towards freedom and spring. He used to be somebody, a one year old, and now, with tomorrow, it's anybody's guess.

So he fell forward, onto his chin. An owee.

He's got nufnin (to lose), but a scrape on his chin, just a hang up.

Circus Dark



Caught up? I'm not, but I'm not the weary kind. Let's not forget the parents. . .

Kelly [Mother]




Marcus [Father]

A wholly fun family. But, alac, forget 'em, no matter, that boy 's cute!

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Their Own Flag

Happiness ... That to secure these rights to Such, Parenthood is instituted among Children, deriving Parenthood's just powers from the consent of the Children, That whenever any Form of Parenthood becomes destructive of these ends (those of the Children) it is the Right of the Children to alter or to abolish it (the parent's Parenthood, who just don't get it), and to institute new Parenthood (like the Children deserve better), laying [parenthood's] foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them (still talkin' about the Children) shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. (Safety being secondary to Happiness, of course!)







(Mom, Dad!)
(No go!)

(Hey!) Us kids know
(Hey!) No cars go

[[Thanks, Arcade Fire!--Legal Dep't]]



The kids know a place, where they Know. Otay!?!

Happy Mother Day!

Eyes turned from
Mother; and why
Would the origins
of this small child
look so frownful
and obstinate?



In line,

She stands behind you,

always and

forever;

wouldn't it be

worth it to give up

one good photo?

Oh-Ten

Grant's been clamoring, literally with pots and pans, for a new post. He insists that photos further promoting his cute factor be posted. So here's a couple:









Grant experienced his first white Christmas this year in Colorado, but would have had a white Christmas and blizzard in Dallas, too?!? He wanted to show off his sledding skills.



His Aunt Emily showed him some extreme sledding.



Grant was so extreme he didn't even need a sled, you know body-sledding.







Oh-Ten looks like it will be super.