A tale of terror two year old

It is Shasher's tale of her two year old that sparked this blog. My son Bradley was born November 12/79 weighing in at 10 lbs even. It was a short labour and peaceful delivery - no drugs, dim lights just Dad and doctor. Oh your usual pain and stitches. You don't forget even after 27 years. Anyway, he was a good baby, ate (all the time) and slept well. Walked late, talked late which brings me to this two year old tale. Communicating anything was hard for Bradley as he could not talk well. He mostly pointed and screamed or just screamed. Patience was non existent in most situations. New people were very frightening and he liked to stay home. Some of you may know this already but I do not stay home often.

(I was 20 years old and had a 2 and 3 year old and in my first year of college)

So, on this particular Saturday we had stayed downtown Toronto at my friends house.(we were out late at whatever club was hot then... We were up early and went shopping for a birthday gift for my friends one year old boy. The party, also downtown, was that afternoon. If you can guess I was tired and the kids were a little wound up. After further stress driving in downtown traffic, we finally make it to her building. (my hangover setting in full force by now)

We exit the elevator greeted by my very enthusiastic friend, meeting my kids for the first time. She bends down (before I can think to say anything) and cups Bradley's adorable face in her palms.(nice gesture) Bradley takes both hands, reaches forward towards her neck and face and claws her like a bear cub attacking. Of course, it followed with a blood curdling scream of terror and runs to the other end of the hall. He did not venture in to the party for about one hour.

Recently, My friend, Marrise was over for a BBQ. She vividly remembers this incident and Bradley commented that it was one of his most frightening memories because his memory was that she was trying to steal him as we got off the elevator.

I should have put an approach with caution sign around his neck.

He does not need it now. He is a Dad that likes to teach, cuddle, wrestle, play and support and most of all LOVE his son. I am pleased with him.

To the park

All saturday I was too hot (lazy) to venture out of my room which was so cool and nice. Brad (my son) and Evan (grandson) were out all morning, playing. When they came home Evan began to chant "lets go to Victoria Park" then his Dad began to chant "hey Nana come to Victoria Park with us" Well that was a good wake up call. By time I took a shower and dressed Brad was asleep on the couch. Evan was still chanting about the park.


Oh well too bad for Brad, we left without him. Evan and I head out on foot to the Coffee Time donuts because Nana needs an Ice Cap and Evan needs a donut before we catch the bus. This is when I have the best conversations and hear about his point of view.

Evan lives half the week with Dad and me and the other half with his Mom. This all began a few months ago.

Here it is... Evan was looking for a favourite pair of shoes and realized they were at Mom's house. As he was relating his disappointment he had this revelation ... Mom and Dad should live in the same house so all his shoes are in one place. If only life were that simple.

For us the destination is not always as interesting as the journey. I found the park boring. I did not get to run in the water park or slide or climb or jump around. It was nice to watch Evan's goofy antics with the sprinklers. Next time I wont be sitting with the grown ups - Im going to jump around and play till they send the man with the white jacket.