Friday, March 17, 2006
2 Years & Presents
Today is the 2nd Anniversary of Blade's Dad. I've been a little lax recently in updating the blog. Life gets to you, plus I seem to read more than I write. If it's any consolation, I regularly remind myself to write something. It's not like the palm pilot isn't collecting ideas or anything.
Since today is the birthday of the blog, then a birthday story is appropriate.
My little brother, Terror, is 12 years younger than me. He was the planned child. I was more of the surprise... aww heck I was a big surprise. Having your son in the audience as you graduate high school isn't probably how our mom envisioned that day.
When the family discussions were held prior to my brother's conception, I voted for a baby, my dad voted for a baby, Mom voted for a puppy. To say I wanted a sibling is an understatement. While being an only child does have benefits, I always wanted a sibling. Who cares if I have to share.
While having such an older sibling usually meant a 3rd parent, it also meant more presents for Terror. I probably spoiled him more than our grandparents did. If there was something he wanted and I could afford it, it was his. (Side note: B gets the same treatment too. He's actually had to modify his comments in my presence for concern I'll get it for him. Just because he admires something doesn't mean he needs to have it. He's such a spoil sport.) Not only did I get him the stuff he wanted, I usually did it in large numbers too. On more than one occasion the number of presents I gave him equaled the number the P's gave.
Having spent his entire life 11+ years at that point under such a situation, the kid knew he was going to rake it in when his birthday came. Well I decided to have some fun. Some time in June before his July birthday, I told him I was giving him only one present. His reaction was his "Yeah Right!!" His skill with this phrase was talented even then. Fast forward a few weeks.
When Terror's b-day arrived, the pile of gifts was arranged. As he looked at the pile, he couldn't believe it. There sitting in a much smaller than usual pile was a large, paper box sized package. That box was the only gift from me. Thankfully looks can't kill, otherwise I'd be less than dust. 11 birthdays and tons of packages. Number 12 and only one.
While I like to torture Terror, I'm still can't help but spoil him. Inside the box were 12 individually wrapped gifts. Feeling dejected as he opened the box, to realize that he'd been had was almost too much to bear. A second time I was thankful looks couldn't kill.
I look forward to the time I can pull stunts like this on my nieces/nephews. To be able to see my brother experience it through their eyes is going to be a huge present for me.
Happy Birthday Blade's Dad.
Today is the 2nd Anniversary of Blade's Dad. I've been a little lax recently in updating the blog. Life gets to you, plus I seem to read more than I write. If it's any consolation, I regularly remind myself to write something. It's not like the palm pilot isn't collecting ideas or anything.
Since today is the birthday of the blog, then a birthday story is appropriate.
My little brother, Terror, is 12 years younger than me. He was the planned child. I was more of the surprise... aww heck I was a big surprise. Having your son in the audience as you graduate high school isn't probably how our mom envisioned that day.
When the family discussions were held prior to my brother's conception, I voted for a baby, my dad voted for a baby, Mom voted for a puppy. To say I wanted a sibling is an understatement. While being an only child does have benefits, I always wanted a sibling. Who cares if I have to share.
While having such an older sibling usually meant a 3rd parent, it also meant more presents for Terror. I probably spoiled him more than our grandparents did. If there was something he wanted and I could afford it, it was his. (Side note: B gets the same treatment too. He's actually had to modify his comments in my presence for concern I'll get it for him. Just because he admires something doesn't mean he needs to have it. He's such a spoil sport.) Not only did I get him the stuff he wanted, I usually did it in large numbers too. On more than one occasion the number of presents I gave him equaled the number the P's gave.
Having spent his entire life 11+ years at that point under such a situation, the kid knew he was going to rake it in when his birthday came. Well I decided to have some fun. Some time in June before his July birthday, I told him I was giving him only one present. His reaction was his "Yeah Right!!" His skill with this phrase was talented even then. Fast forward a few weeks.
When Terror's b-day arrived, the pile of gifts was arranged. As he looked at the pile, he couldn't believe it. There sitting in a much smaller than usual pile was a large, paper box sized package. That box was the only gift from me. Thankfully looks can't kill, otherwise I'd be less than dust. 11 birthdays and tons of packages. Number 12 and only one.
While I like to torture Terror, I'm still can't help but spoil him. Inside the box were 12 individually wrapped gifts. Feeling dejected as he opened the box, to realize that he'd been had was almost too much to bear. A second time I was thankful looks couldn't kill.
I look forward to the time I can pull stunts like this on my nieces/nephews. To be able to see my brother experience it through their eyes is going to be a huge present for me.
Happy Birthday Blade's Dad.
