Saturday, April 25, 2009

TestosterOH YEAH!

So, Holly is down in Mexico for her inaugural Jacobsen Girls Trip (The hazing is brutal. I hope the welts and ropeburns are gone before she gets back). Which leaves just me and a certain rubber-band-wristed 1-year-old for a dudes weekend. As you might have guessed, there's been a whole lot of off-color jokes, Jean Claude Van Damme movies, pizza, scratching, and belching. And that's just Leo.

I actually have to fulfill the work expectations of my employer, so we postponed TestosterOH YEAH's kickoff the first day, while Leo spent time with the amazing neighborhood Babysitting Co-op. Thanks, neighbors.

Apparently Friday was Arbor Day? At least that's what the signs said*. I decided to take Leo on a nature walk up at Red Butte Arboretum, only to run into a) an under construction, closed parking lot, resulting in cars clogging the surrounding arteries of Research Park, b) about half of the schoolchildren in Utah.
From our parking spot in the foothills, approximately 187 light years from the Red Butte entrance. I offered to trade Leo all of my guitars for that $1 plastic crab and he refused.

You might think, awwwww...Leo is just so happy to see his Dad. No. He was looking at the $1 plastic crab I'd snatched out of his mouth and put on top of my head. But, hey, yellow flowers.

Today? Funny thing about weekends when you're not working: they don't mean quite so much**. Plus it was raining. Our friend Shayna was nice enough to hang with Leo while I played some basketball with her husband and our families and my first drummer.

Later, Leo was a good sport, tagging along while I got some Mucinex for this relentless cough that's been killing my sleep. We've read almost every book in the house and finally watched the new Wilco DVD. His favorite song in the movie was either Impossible Germany (good call, kid) or the crazy part of Via Chicago.

The End. Wow. Crappy story arc. It's like one of those movies that got it's budget cut. You can just tell when they said, "Well, it is what is. Let's wrap it up."





* The signs are also known to say: "You've gotta have a membership card to get inside."
** This is a paraphrase of a Primus song. Trust me: we both wish I didn't know that.

5 comments:

Anne said...

What's wrong with Primus? Les Claypool is arguably the best bassist ever.
As for Leo, he is growing up FAST. It's crazy.
I think we need to have your mom call my mom and so we can have a Jacobsen girls trip to Mexico. Wait. I'm not a Jacobsen anymore. Do I still get to go? Were Schmidts and Dunlops invited?
Anywho, keep the Leo pictures coming. I kind of have a thing for that chub of love.

john said...

I too have sailed the seas of cheese. But I feel no shame. Like marijuana (some say) or NPR (some say), Primus is a problem not so much for what it is as what it leads to. If we had never had primus we may have been able to avoid the atrocity of Limp Bizkit. I can only imagine how beautiful a Limp Bizkit-less world would be.

tell the little man I said "hi" and enjoy the rest of your man time.

laura said...

Well done Daddy Paul. Love the photo where he's smiling at the crab. Thanks for letting us enjoy being with Holly for a few days. The only hazing scars we left were on her feet from flying down the waterslide with some great momentum. Love you all!

laura said...

Great work Daddy Paul. Love the photo where he's smiling at the crab. Thanks for letting us enjoy being with Holly for a few days. I think the only physical hazing scars we left her with are from flying down the water slide with some impressive momentum. Love you all!

shayna said...

Ah, my first shout out...Has Leo asked for me back? I think he wants to babysit again soon. Tell him to call me.