All week Tahd and I have been planning to take Gabe to an open house at a local astronomy observatory. Having been something we’ve never experienced before we thought it might be fun, and Gabe has an affinity for all things science. Thank you, Phineas and Ferb! Tahd did his fatherly duty of keeping it a secret throughout the week, all while teasing Gabe with cryptic hints that frustrated and humored him.
We got to Friday and found nothing but overcast skies and angry rainclouds with a sprinkling of thunder and lightning. In other words, less-than-ideal telescope conditions. Boo! So we revealed the surprise and its disappointment and gave Gabe three alternatives – going to a movie, hanging out at Chuck E. Cheese, and having a family game night. Guess what he said?
“Are those all the options? What about farm things? I really like farm things!”
So Tahd and I consulted. It’s a little cold for any farm events, and the pounding rain and driving wind (um, hello wind advisory?) pretty much sealed the deal on anything in the Great Outdoors. Lucky for us, Tahd works for a company in the agriculture industry and told Gabe we could go to his work and look at farm equipment. And that? Is what he picked.
Tahd definitely smiled.
But, as I said, not too big because he had a tooth extracted today. A really infected, really painful tooth that rendered him unable to chew, swallow, or even open his mouth. Fun, right? And he’s got a slightly giant swollen lump on his neck just below his jaw. It’s right below the edge of the computer screen. Convenient framing.
He wasn’t nearly as cranky as he looked – which is to his credit given the incredible joys of a tooth abscess! We stopped off at our favorite destination – Barnes and Noble – between dental appointments, which was a fun little afternoon date.
We spent most of the day doing oral surgery types of things, which was a new experience for me because I never had any wisdom teeth. Tahd teases me that I must not be very wise, but today the dentist said eventually no one will have wisdom teeth, so I’ve decided I must be genetically advanced. Tahd didn’t laugh at my joke, but I’m attributing that to his pain killers and stuff. He’s clearly unable to fully comprehend my impressive humor.
But back to the farm stuff… I think one of my most favorite things to observe in my son is him imitating his dad. We went to Tahd’s classroom where Gabe relished the opportunity to pretend we were his students while he illustrated his specialized tractor and said things like, “Please hold your questions until I’m done.”
See? It’s an 1107. Not sure what the squiggly line is on the windshield.
Tahd and I cast furtive sideways glances at one another while we stifled giggles, enjoying every minute of our son’s mastery of bossiness. Or at least I was – Tahd was probably distracted by the teeniest smidge of pain. The look of delight in Gabe’s eyes while he scrutinized each piece of machinery and asked sharp questions left me with a contented smile on my face and in my heart.
We haven’t had the easiest week together; Gabe has been a little punchy and quick with the backtalk, and I’ve been a little impatient and overtired. But tonight we existed in harmony and even had a little fun together, and it was refreshing.