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Monday, June 17, 2013

Matthew Monday: Father’s Day Weekend , Two Quick Takes


Well here are two stories that show that I might not be the best father in the world.

Take 1:

Saturday Matthew woke up with red spots all over his face and body.  I was the first to notice it.  I told my wife to look at it and she took his temperature.  We suspected mumps or chicken pox.  He had no fever.  I told my wife he needs to go see a doctor nonetheless.  Matthew started whining.

“I don’t want to go to the doctor,” he cried.

“You need to,” I said.

“He doesn’t have fever,” my wife put up the opposing rationale.

“Mommy, I don’t want to go to the doctor,” Matthew appealed.

“We don’t know what this is.  It doesn’t look right.”  I replied to my wife.

 “Mommy, I don’t want a shot.”

“You’re not going to get a shot,” my wife reassured him.

“Mommy I don’t want any shots.” 

This back and forth between them went on for a few times.  Finally in my full ogre father persona I said, “Hush up.  If the doctor says you need a shot, you’re going to get one.”

“No, no, no!” he screamed.  “I don’t want a shot.

I got on the phone and called the doctor’s office and got us in for 12:30. 

 “No, mommy, no, I don’t want to go.  I don’t want a shot.”

My wife tried to tell him he wasn’t going to get a shot.  His whining was just too much.  I took my pointing index finger and simulating a needle poked him in the leg and said “shot.”  That’s when he really cried and my wife said something nasty to me. 

“Come on,” she said to him.  We’ll call grandma and have her come with us.”  After a little more reassuring Matthew finally said, “Oh alright.”  But then he pointed his finger at me and loudly said, “But Daddy doesn’t come.  No daddy.”

LOL!!! 

[To conclude this story the doctor said it was probably related to the fever he had last week (I blogged it here) and it was nothing to worry about.  Still I have to say that the diagnosis wasn’t satisfying.  What exactly was this?  My wife posted it on FaceBook and her cousin replied that her daughter gets that all the time after taking antibiotics.  It goes away in 3-5 days.  Now that made sense, but now I worry about whether I have a good pediatrician.  She’s very experienced and highly recommended, but why didn’t she tell us this?]

Take 2:

I wanted to take Matthew to the zoo for Father’s Day, but unfortunately the weather was expected to rain and with Matthew with all his spots on his body we figured let’s stay home and do something.  My wife suggested we “go camping” in his room.  It was a pretend camping.  She set up a structure with sheets over it to crawl into as a tent.  We used a battery powered lantern to pretend it was the campfire, and we had these two (not exactly sure how to describe them) light sabers that lit up as sticks to pretend we were roasting marshmallows.  We ate a few “marshmallows” and then I said let’s go into the tent and tell scary stories.

Ok, we crawled under and I thought about a story about a man who buys a house and he hears a cat screech every night.  I think I must have merged a couple of different Edgar Allan Poe stories to come up with this on the spot.  Well, the man investigates every corner of the house and can’t find the cat.  He goes through all the closets and the basement and nothing.  He goes to sleep and he hears it again.  He goes through the house (and I take Matthew through the closets and basement again) and still finds nothing.  Finally he just goes to sleep but every night the same thing.  The cat screeches and the man concludes it’s a ghost cat.  Matthew then volunteered, “Maybe the cat was outside?”  Smart boy with good visual skills I thought.  Well, the man looked out the window and still no cat.

This goes on for a long time and finally the man gets scared and leaves the house to live in a hotel.  After a while he’s running out of money and needs to go back home.  So he comes home but the cat screeched is gone.  No more.  (Mind you, I’m making this up on the fly.)  After a long time he decides to get  married, and the wife comes to live with him.  That first night the cat screech is back.  “Wheeeow.”  What’s that she asks?  Oh no, the cat is back.  And so the wife goes investigating the house, all the rooms, the closets, and the basement.  Nothing.  And the cat keeps screeching. 

This goes on for a few nights.  Finally the wife says I hear it inside the wall.  The cat is inside the wall!  We have to cut a hole in the wall.  So they get a saw and they cut a big hole in the wall.  The man is scared but the wife is not.  He tells her to look in the hole.  She sticks her head and looks back and forth, back and forth and sees nothing.  So the man looks in the hole, and that’s when I took my hands and formed a cat’s claw and clutched Matthew in the face, screeching “Wheaooow.”

And that’s when Matthew jumped out of his skin and screamed!  LOL!!  He screamed and started to cry.  I had to take him out of the “tent” and hold him to let him know it wasn’t real. 


So no kudos for Father’s Day.  I’m not sure I was that good a father this weekend.

13 comments:

  1. I think you are a wonderful Dad....and I hope next year will be much better for you my sweet friend!!!
    Hugs,
    Adi

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  2. I know you're an awesome dad my friend. Thanks so much for letting me in on this blog. I miss hearing about Matthew. I loved it....I am sorry that Matthew got scared but you had me intrigued with the story myself. lol :)

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  3. Parents try hard but make mistakes. To this day I feel guilty for having bought a walker to may son when he was seven months old. He was so happy with it! But he grew up walking on his toes and still does it sometimes, in spite of the therapy. No doctor told me that this bad habit was caused by the walker, but I'm convinced it was.

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  4. Those cat stories can be pretty scary especially when they've got nine lives now.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mc4y-P1Uuw0

    Nothing that a hug from a loving father can't fix now.

    God Bless

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  5. Adi & Julie! My sodahead friends. Thanks for stopping by. :)

    Antonella - Maybe he shold have taken up ballet. ;) No, I'm kidding. I agree with the doctor, it could be due to that.

    Victor - That was a lot of fun. Thanks.

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    1. How strange. This comment - my own comment - turned up in my spam bucket.

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    2. Aha Manny. It's the revenge of the cat...LOL

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  6. Oh you are So horrible! LOL. We used to drive a Ford Escort wagon hatchback so the back was open. Well, when we would travel, at night-in the DARK, we would tell scary stories to the kids who were firmly strapped into their car seats. Oh so Scary - the Santa CLAWS!!! Ha ha ha. Hopefully he will outgrow his fear of felines and any future home remodeling projects.

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  7. That is too funny, Manny.

    I love Matthew Monday's!

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  8. Kathy & Sue - Glad you liked it. :)

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  9. Brute! ;-) Kids oftentimes have viral exanthem, or rash, for no apparent reason. If you are otherwise happy with your doc, I wouldn't worry about what you might think of as an oversight in this case. I don't think it matters much since Matthew isn't sick despite the rash, and when he is sick, she acts on it.

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    1. Thanks Jan. Glad to know the doctor wasn't completely off.

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  10. Oh, if I only had two foibles as a parent I would be estatic! Also, a saint. lol.

    Don't be too hard on yourself. We all learn from times like those. It's your heart for your son and your intention that come through in the end.

    I am finally back from Planet Michigan and hope to resume blogging soon!

    Fun to see you over at Simcha Fisher's blog! Isn't she a hoot?

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