The Year with Two Father’s Days

My son, Billy and I spending some quality time together about 3 years ago.

My son, Billy and I spending some quality time together about 3 years ago.

Ever since I started dating my wife she insisted on celebrating special occasions on the exact day. I grew up with a brother and sister who have birthday’s back to back and mine is two weeks after theirs.  Growing up we celebrated all our birthdays the weekend after my brother and sister’s actual birthday.  So celebrating on the exact day isn’t as important to me.

In our relationship, I made the mistake of doing special dinner’s on the weekend instead of on the day, having parties not on the actual birthday, etc. I did this over and over again, not thinking it was a big deal. However, to my wife it was a big deal.  It was one of those small issues you work on in a relationship.

A few years ago, my wife’s insistence on this issue worked to my advantage. It was June, Father’s day was approaching.  My wife made comments all week about it.  She seemed more excited to celebrate then I did. Finally, on Sunday my wife let me sleep in and made me my favorite breakfast in bed.  We went to the movies with the family.  We went out to a delicious dinner. Everything she did was done with extra care.  I couldn’t have asked for anything more, it was a really great day.

We put the kids to bed and we started to settle in for the night. My wife asked me, “Did you enjoy your Father’s Day?” I smiled and said, “It was a great day, but Father’s Day is next week.”  Her eyes opened wide and she sprung out of bed to find a calendar.  I couldn’t help but laugh a little.  She flipped through the calendar and found the date.  I knew she realized her mistake by the water bottle whizzing by my head. I responded, “I can’t wait to see what you have planned for next week.”

When Father’s Day actually came around she tried to claim I already had my day.  I reminded her it wasn’t on the actual day.  She knew I had gotten her with her own rule.  There was no way around it this time.  I was getting two Father’s Days.  Since then my wife has loosened up on her “rule” and I have gotten better at doing more on the actual day. The lesson I learned is two is better then one. The lesson my wife learned is to always check the calendar.

Really? Why would you put your finger in there?

Here is the deadbolt where Billy got his finger stuck. Not his best moment.

Here is the deadbolt where Billy got his finger stuck. Not his best moment.

Yes, it happened. My son Billy thought it would be interesting to put his finger in the deadbolt space in our front door while hanging from the railing. He had no idea what would happen as a result of his experiment.

After putting his finger into the space for the deadbolt he quickly realized he couldn’t get it out. He started to call for his mommy, in a concerned tone but surprisingly not too panicked.  My wife went to him and we realized this could be really serious.

She started to try and see if she could gently pull his finger out while I got a chair for him to stand on so he didn’t have to try and hold onto the railing while his finger was stuck.  His finger wouldn’t budge.  His finger was starting to lose color and I wasn’t sure how long we would have before it became really serious.

Although everyone was pretty calm, I was thinking there was a good possibility we would have to call the fire department for help. My wife’s favorite movie is a Christmas Story and I kept seeing the seen where the boy gets his tongue stuck on a pole and had to be rescued by the fire department. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

Fortunately, we tried some olive oil and his finger slipped right out.  The whole incident took about one minute, one long minute.  It was similar to the great M&M up the nose debacle of 2010 courtesy of Kelly.  Thankfully, no one was hurt either time.  Kids will be kids and this was a reminder to us as parents to always be on our toes or fingers as the case may be.