The Greatest

Meyer was putting his dishes in the dishwasher, something he tends to avoid with every fiber of his being.  In this case, he was rushing to get everything put away as fast as possible to return to whatever other activity was more interesting at the time.  Basically, pretty much anything.

He tossed his butter knife in, which somehow clattered around and then stuck straight up from a slot where it got wedged.  He was very excited.

"HEEEEEYYYY!  Dad, look at that!  This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."

I thought about that for a moment.  "Really?!  THAT is the greatest thing that ever happened to you?"

"Well, the greatest thing that involves the dishwasher."

Meyer v9.8

I took Meyer to see Shazam! (which was quite good) last Sunday morning, and on the way back he was comparing it to all the other superhero movies he's seen.  He likes to rank things.  It came in tied for #2 with Captain Marvel, behind Aquaman which remains the gold standard for superhero movies.  I asked him if he thought anything would ever knock Aquaman out of #1.

"I don't know, I mean I guess I have about...oh, 50 more years of watching movies before I don't watch them any more."

"What do you mean?  Why would you stop watching them?"

"Well, I mean some day you get old and you don't watch the same movies you did when you were a kid.  I figure I have about 50 years before that."

I told him "I think you can pretty much watch whatever you want for as long as you want.  If you want to watch super hero movies for the rest of your life, you can."

"So maybe I can watch them for...another 91 years.  If I live to be a hundred."

"You might live to be older than that.  People are living longer all the time."

"So maybe I can live to be TWO HUNDRED."

"Well, I don't know about that.  Maybe a hundred and twenty?  I don't know."

Meyer thought about that for a bit.  Then, "I wish they could upgrade people to live longer about...two years every year.  Then I might make it to two hundred if they start when I'm 50." 

Everybody Knows

Meyer and I had a conversation tonight in which the following facts were presented as indisputable:

- Of course time travel is possible (everybody knows).
-Scientists just haven't figured it out yet.
- But they know it's possible.

Meyer's not sure what he's going to do first when it's finally invented.

And 5 Years Go By Like THAT

Meyer and I have gotten into the habit of reading before bed. Whatever book he's reading, wherever he's at in the book, I'll jump in and read to him for awhile before he goes to sleep. Beforehand, he almost always tries to squeeze in a little basketball with the hoop he has mounted on one of his closet doors. I'm waiting for the inevitable crash when he tears a door down.

 Tonight, I tried to get comfortable in his beanbag chair with the book while he was still trying to dunk. He likes to show me different tricks and fancy dunks that he works out. As I was lying there, the ball bounced my way and I grabbed it and tried to shoot over him.

 "WAIT, DAD. Shoot over me and let me try to block you. I've never felt what it's like to block before."

 I'm lying down, so this is a new perspective for him. I throw it up a few times and he tries to block it, but the angles are off.

 "Hold on, just shoot it normal and I'll block it."

 So I do, and he spikes the ball into the corner. He gets this kind of low reverence in his voice.

"Aww, man. That felt really good."

One Day and One Year, The Boys Are Still Here

I was really close to re-posting here exactly one year later.  Alas...just missed it.

Spring is around the corner, but you wouldn't know it for the winter we're still having.  Couple inches of sleet and ice today, despite the fact that Logan should have already been having soccer practice.  The kids are finding ways to stay warm...

Meyer will be starting soccer this spring, so we get to see what managing three soccer games in a day feels like.  Hopefully I can get some photos of them all in another few weeks.  In other news, Liam managed to place 2nd in the Pinewood Derby this year.  He went on to the Finals where he came in 10th, mostly because of an unlucky track jump that dragged his times down.  Otherwise, he'd have been right in the thick of things.  His Den still managed to capture the highly-coveted Fastest Den Award this year:

One Meyer story.  When Meyer goes up to his room for bed, he almost always tries to get in some last-minute play by grabbing a ball and playing some ball with his Fisher-Price hoop.  He's especially fond of jumping off his bed and dunking a few times.  Last night, he grabbed a little too hard and pulled the entire basket and backboard down on top of him - no injuries, caught it.  He stood it back up and remarked "Wow, that was really powerful..."

Sorry, No Can Do

Meyer's only three, and yet has already learned to shirk responsibility.  I blame his brothers.

When asked to do anything chore-like, Logan and Liam whine, mope, groan, etc. - the usual response from kids.  Meyer's approach is a little more novel:  he counters, in all earnest seriousness, with "But Dad!  I can't, my arms are all floppy!"  This is usually accompanied by a demonstration of his noodly arms. 

Points for originality.

Finally!

I wasn't sure it was going to happen this year, but we finally got at least one of the decent snowstorms that St. Louis tends to get each winter.  It was looking like we were going to bust.  The same system that dumped a foot or more on KC (..they always get the good weather..) managed to drop several inches on us yesterday.  The kids got a couple days off school and I got to work in the basement instead of at my office. 

Most importantly, though - Meyer had new snow boots to try out.

Meyer always has a ball romping around in the snow, but I don't think it tasted very good.