The World According to kcillini77

January 12, 2008

On the Second Trimester of Life

Filed under: Brinton,Family,Kansas City — kcillini77 @ 6:04 pm

Brinton and Dad at Union Station

There are times when I miss the happy hours, the church singles social events, the possibility of meeting some girl that could be “the one”. Those times last for about 1.35 seconds. When I talk to my single friends who don’t want to commit or my married friends who just aren’t ready for kids, I can barely empathize with them anymore. I was there once. It seems like a long time ago.

Brinton’s down for a nap right now, but I have him for the day while my beautiful wife has a well deserved girls’ day out. Today, my son and I headed out for lunch at Chick-Fil-A. I was passing an area with a train track (not pictured, I’m talking about a real one) and I decided to stop. We got out of the car and walked over to a fence bordering a small farm nearby. A donkey came toward us and Brinton got a big kick out of watching it. Then we heard a whistle in the distance and we hustled toward the tracks so we could watch a massive freight train approach and pass us. I held him in my arms and as the train came close it blew its horn. I’d forgotten how loud they could be. Brinton buried his head in my chest, a little frightened. Then he straightened up and watched the cars rumble along the tracks. He pointed and said “choo-choo.” As the last car passed he waved and said, “bye-bye”.

We went back to the car and headed to the restaurant. Brinton decided to be ornery and eat only one chicken nugget and no fries (go figure). He wanted the wheat bun on my sandwich. We try to be firm about eating what he’s given, but when what he’s given is fried potatoes and he prefers wheat bread, I suppose it’s not a bad decision to let him “indulge.” After eating he played in the toddler playland, clearly marked “FOR CHILDREN 3 YEARS OF AGE AND YOUNGER”, and filled with massive 5 foot tall 3 year olds, some of whom had cracking voices and I could have sworn one had some chin whiskers. He smiled and laughed and climbed to the top and waved to daddy from the windows in the playland and got knocked to the ground by the behemoth 3 year olds playing tag in the tunnels and came down the slide laughing and smiling. He tested my patience a little as we were leaving by refusing to carry his sippy cup out to the car.

We stopped by the scrapbooking store where his mom is spending the day. She and her scrapbooking friend were across the street picking up some things from Hobby Lobby, so I had plenty of time to change a particularly ripe diaper in a bathroom with no changing table while we waited for her. We spent a little time with mommy, and then I brought him home for his nap and he decided he was now ready to eat his chicken nuggets and his fried potatoes. I figured Love and Logic could wait until he can talk, so I gave him his lunch (again) and then put him down in his crib.

If my single friends or “not ready for kids” friends wind up on this page, I’m sure they’ll skip to another entry. And I understand. But would I trade this Saturday in January for one day sleeping in and waiting to go out to the movies or a bar? Or for the kind of extra cash I used to have that would let me watch tonight’s Patriots-Jaguars game on a 60-inch plasma screen instead of a much smaller analog TV? Never. This is my life now, and this is living.


  1. Hey Matt,
    I am so glad you had such a special day with Brinton. You are creating some wonderful memories and you never know which ones will remain on his heart, but they will always be on yours.
    The toddler years are so special. I’m glad you stopped to see the train. With you it was going out to catch the “tash tuck” and watch it empty the dumpster as part of our weekly routine. There is nothing better you can give Brinton (other than sharing Jesus of course) than the gift of TIME.
    As one of the parents of the two bestest kids on the planet, your Dad and I have a treasure trove of memories stored up and they continue to delight us to this day- and we keep adding new ones each time we get together or even hear your voice or your sister’s or find something new on your blog to ponder.
    Of course with no Chick-Fil-A in Champaign (why not??) I am still salivating over the mention of your lunch -good thing I wasn’t there to “help” Brinton with his. Now here’s a memory- being with you and Dad at Chick- Fil-A in N. Carolina and being pregnant with your sister and barely fitting in the booth with my tummy touching the table!
    I’m so glad you are making memories and seeing that being a husband and father beats that “old life” any day! We knew it would happen for you.
    The link to Love and Logic was new to me and I found it interesting.
    Well, thanks for sharing and thanks for spending part of this special day via long distance with us too.
    I love you. Mom
    PS This is my second attempt- I lost the first one because I didn’t put in mail and of course I have no website so will try one more time!

    Comment by Mom — January 13, 2008 @ 1:33 am | Reply

  2. Hey Buddy,

    Well said. I don’t think that I could’ve said it any better…though having to come up with those specific examples of a perfect Saturday with your son would’ve been tough without actually having been there might have been tough πŸ™‚

    I feel exactly the same way and cannot, nor do I want to, imagine life without Erin and Brayden. It truly does make the life of old a thing of distant memory.

    Comment by Joshua — January 13, 2008 @ 7:49 am | Reply

  3. Sorry about the oops at the end of the first paragraph πŸ™‚

    Comment by Joshua — January 13, 2008 @ 7:50 am | Reply

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