Happy Birthday Sam!
Three posts in one day! I am definitely in the writing mood.
Today is Sam's 19th birthday. Holy Moses, how did that happen? As I sit here on the grounds of the venerable Chautauqua Institution, I am reminded of that day, 19 years ago (or 18 years, 11 months ago, to be more precise), when Hubby and I were new parents of a bouncing baby boy. We were still figuring out the ropes, obviously.
Sam was a few weeks old, or maybe a month. Hubby and I came up to Chautauqua Lake for the weekend with our little munchkin, and we met my brother Bob and his girlfriend (now wife) Amy in Bemus Point, where we then had a house. We hadn't yet realized that having a baby in your possession could limit certain of life's activities, at least if you didn't have a babysitter.
Bob said, let's go out in the boat! And we said, okay! Of course we couldn't leave Sam behind, so we put him in his blue stroller, one of those reclining kind because he was such a new infant he couldn't sit in a little umbrella stroller yet, and lifted the whole thing into the boat. What we were going to do in the event of an accident hadn't been thought out, since there were no floatation devices for a person under the weight of 9 pounds. (Don't worry, nothing bad happened, but I did feel somewhat anxious as the boat sped up. It was the first of many many many times since then that I have worried about my kids' safety. Only now I worry about them driving cars.)
Later that evening we decided to go to the Casino for some wings and beers and pool. The Casino is a lot nicer now than it was 19 years ago. Now it's a family restaurant, more or less. Back then it was a dark smokey bar with no children. We wheeled Sam in and parked him between two pool tables, where he laid there as we scarfed down hotwings and beer, and played a few games of pool. I'm sure people must of looked at us and thought, "That poor child. What kind of people take an infant into a pool hall..."
I am proud to say Sam survived this ordeal just fine, and is now an upstanding member of the community, enrolled in a prestigious college where he is studying international business and politics. He's pretty much a delight to anyone who knows him, and if I deserve any credit for the person he is today, I will gladly take it.
Happy Birthday Sam!
Today is Sam's 19th birthday. Holy Moses, how did that happen? As I sit here on the grounds of the venerable Chautauqua Institution, I am reminded of that day, 19 years ago (or 18 years, 11 months ago, to be more precise), when Hubby and I were new parents of a bouncing baby boy. We were still figuring out the ropes, obviously.
Sam was a few weeks old, or maybe a month. Hubby and I came up to Chautauqua Lake for the weekend with our little munchkin, and we met my brother Bob and his girlfriend (now wife) Amy in Bemus Point, where we then had a house. We hadn't yet realized that having a baby in your possession could limit certain of life's activities, at least if you didn't have a babysitter.
Bob said, let's go out in the boat! And we said, okay! Of course we couldn't leave Sam behind, so we put him in his blue stroller, one of those reclining kind because he was such a new infant he couldn't sit in a little umbrella stroller yet, and lifted the whole thing into the boat. What we were going to do in the event of an accident hadn't been thought out, since there were no floatation devices for a person under the weight of 9 pounds. (Don't worry, nothing bad happened, but I did feel somewhat anxious as the boat sped up. It was the first of many many many times since then that I have worried about my kids' safety. Only now I worry about them driving cars.)
Later that evening we decided to go to the Casino for some wings and beers and pool. The Casino is a lot nicer now than it was 19 years ago. Now it's a family restaurant, more or less. Back then it was a dark smokey bar with no children. We wheeled Sam in and parked him between two pool tables, where he laid there as we scarfed down hotwings and beer, and played a few games of pool. I'm sure people must of looked at us and thought, "That poor child. What kind of people take an infant into a pool hall..."
I am proud to say Sam survived this ordeal just fine, and is now an upstanding member of the community, enrolled in a prestigious college where he is studying international business and politics. He's pretty much a delight to anyone who knows him, and if I deserve any credit for the person he is today, I will gladly take it.
Happy Birthday Sam!
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