Uncle's Day

Blog No. 172: Father's Day

Not one of my most celebrated holidays.

I had texted mom when I arrived home early this morning from JT's, and she had replied that they were planning on a "brunch" kind of thing. This usually meant an attempt at a family table kinda thing with waffles, pie filling, and my strawberry preserves.

It went a little different.

John and Audrey went out to the Firehouse Restaurant in Old Sacramento, then went to see UP, again, for Father's Day. They had made reservations a week or two in advanced, so no surpise there.

My mom, Lennox, and I just hung out at the apartment. My mom and aunt complained a little bit about how John and Audrey should've brought Lennox along, but I just tuned them out really.

The "brunch" food did not end up being the waffles, pie filling, and strawberry preserves I was hoping for when I woke up early this morning. Instead, it was bisuits and meaty gravy, mexican scrambled eggs w/ tortillas, and cinnamon bread. All I really nibbled on was the cinnamon bread and eggs, after about an hour of staring at the odd orange/brown color the eggs had.

Then, my aunt had the table set up for the bunch of us to sit around the table, only all of us had to eat our food at different shifts, mainly because of the babysitting. If they really wanted to try a family thing, they should really start thinking of inviting more of the family, like Jabyne and Nicole, or my other grandfather and his immediate family. Holidays were more celebrated when my grandmother was planning them, before she passed away. I had looked forward to those events back in the day because of the added fanfare... Back when I felt that there was something to look forward to in these get togethers.

Meh. It was only Father's Day.

When I looked after Lennox, I held him a lot. A lot more than usual. I think that was sort of planned because my mom conveniently walked out of the room as soon as Audrey and John left while I was carrying the baby. I didn't complain though. I just held him while I updated my Myspace/Facebook, then walked him around, talking to him about what I did last night, how he's going to have to work those leg muscles when he grows up if he ever plans to go play sports in school. It was around the conversation where I was talking about my "sports" in high school, (which in my case was practicing for percussion ensemble and fruit snack ball, which was basically me throwing cherry fruit snacks into Kaylah's cleavage... For that I can see myself as being MVP! XP), that Lennox fell asleep in my arms. So I set him on the bed and turned on Mythbusters. When I leaned my head back, I felt my eyes lulling to sleep, crying out for solace in my mind. So I figured I'd sleep next to the baby.

Two episodes of Mythbusters later, I was holding him again, feeding him his milk and what not. My mom was on the phone with her friend from her old work at Fry's Electronics, so I had to entertain the baby, again. So I showed Lennox his reflection in the vanity mirror, as well as the bathroom mirror, and I showed him where to get solid food in the apartment. Then I sat him down on the bed again, where I started rambling about baby's cliched firsts, like his first swimming lessons, his first bike, his first time playing catch with his dad...

Then I just backtracked and started pedaling his legs and complained that I still really didn't know how to swim or ride a bike. That's when Audrey and John arrived. It was a real bonding day with the baby. All the time I he had listened intently or giggled as I made funny faces.

They should totally have an Uncle's Day. XP