clinton allen buhs

I’ve decided that I’m going to start writing. The hundreds (thousands?) of words I write a day on motorcycle and other forums don’t amount to much. This is more real. This is day one. It starts with my children.

Evan has developed two new expressions in the last few days. He’s going to be three soon, and he is amazing. The first one involves his brow furrowing sharply and his lips pursing tightly. It says, “What the f*$k?”, as in, “What the f*#k is that supposed to mean, Dad?”, or “What the f#@k is that doing in my bed?” It’s both funny as hell and incredibly endearing. I want to scoop him up and squeeze my love right into his little self. I didn’t expect to see that so soon. I’ve been dreading the day he scrutinizes me, as his father. I’m not sure whether that day is here yet, but his face sure says it is.

The second expression is almost certainly from his mother. It’s sort of an eye-roll and brow lift, saying, “Ooohhh, I get it now.”  Maybe. I’ve only seen it once so far. I’ll have to watch for it tomorrow. In any case, it’s suddenly too old for him. He’s just a baby, right? He can’t have that level of comprehension yet. It’s too soon!

He’s getting close to being potty trained. He still doesn’t bother to tell us when he has to go all the time, but he does now and then. He did this afternoon, but then realized that it would take him away from his toys, and recanted. Or tried to. It’s been interesting trying to get him to go while on the road. Fast-food and convenience store bathrooms are awful anyway, and then to keep a little boy from grabbing everything…. He’s done well, though. Somehow, I’ve managed to keep his trust in me. I have to remember not to push him too hard. At anything.

Adrien will be a year next week. She’s such a little sweetie, and she’s such a demanding little turd! She still wakes up at least once a night still. She’s up now. She wails when she hears Jolene come home from work. It’s an all-out howl, with the absolute epitome of pathetic face-scrunches to match. She’s just starting to eat real food, and the baby food doesn’t satisfy her all night, it seems.

She’s so smiley and pretty. She doesn’t have the skin troubles that Evan did at her age. She could be a baby model. They’re both gorgeous. Still, when it’s late, and I’m tired, and I’m questioning the state of my life, I sometimes get impatient. I hate that.