A Day In The Life

I spent the best July 4th holiday ever with my two boys this year. The fireworks were wonderful, especially for a littl town like mine. My youngest son, Carson had eye as big as saucers as he watched the fireworks explode in the night sky. And Austin, my oldest sat calmly and watched also.

For the first time in quite a while I was actually proud to be an American. A lot of people haven't felt that way in quite a awhile.

the crowd for the fireworks was amazing. The whole town showed up at the high school. the band played oldies and did costume changes.

At the July 4th parade in town earlier that day my two boys and I rode with the grandparents in his classic 57 Ford Fairlane. My sons waved at everyone and everyone waved back.

I sure do wish everyday could be like the 4th of July. I felt like a politician.

My oldest son who is five treats my youngest son who is two like crap because he can. He knows he's the bigger brother and younger brother can't do anything about it except cry and run to daddy. My oldest hits him, pushes him, takes things out of his hand and ignores him. But the other day, my youngest son figured he'd had enough. My oldest boy was feeling sick so I told him to go in the bathroom and put his head in the toilet, something I learned how to do in college. Thank goodness those days are over. Anyway, my oldest son goes in the bathroom, gets down on his knees and sticks his head in the toilet. My youngest son walks in real cool like, walks right up to the toilet and slams the lid down on my oldest sons head, looks up at me, giggles and walks out of the room. All I could think was, "Paybacks are hell."

My oldest son hasn't treated my younger son like crap since then. It's like that's all it took to teach him who's boss around here.