A Pictorial Look Back

I put this picture on Twitter the other day of the girl rocking out like it’s 1983, and it got me thinking.

I should take a walk back in time through pictures I’ve tossed on Twitter over the past year. I enjoy whipping-out the ole phone camera from time to time in the hopes I’ll catch an unforgettable moment, and toss it on TwitPic.

So, I did just that…I dug through the vaults and now I give you, an assemblage of pictures I’ve snapped and thrown on Twitpic over the past 365 days, complete with commentary:

I volunteer every Monday in my daughter’s kindergarten class. Her “boyfriend” always spends those days drawing thought-provoking pictures of me such as this. His pictures make me cry at night….

Hell yes I played Santa for a friends’ family holiday party!

One of many reasons I can’t wait until the summer. Looong bike rides with the boy along the river.

Sometimes you just have to step outside the box when it comes to requesting a little nookie-time with the wifey.

Unloading chess-jedi-mindtrick-knowledge on the boy…just incase chess becomes a multi-billion-dollar-a-year industry.

And if chess doesn’t work, I’m falling back on roller-derby with my bad-ass daughter!!! Bring daddy the paycheck!!!

Yes, it’s true. Jesus was a tow-truck driver before he became…well..Jesus. I still regret not buying this damn painting from the Antique store.

One of many awesome notes the boy and I pass back and forth every day through his lunch box.

Fuck yeah Pink Ducky got praised by random Spider-dudes in downtown Chicago.

Last but not least, the absolute love of my life on her 36^th birthday.

Passing Notes With The Boy

Recently I was making the boy’s lunch when I thought about the picture I’d drawn with him which now lives on the back of his bedroom door.

He’d tossed a piece of paper in front of me while saying “daddy, just draw whatever and I’ll draw it next!”

So, I drew. And this is what I came up with.

From that point on, “puffy leaf floaty guy” became a staple in the house.

I’d draw him on their arms cause “I want a tattoo like yours daddy.”

I’d draw him on pieces of paper and randomly leave leaf the puffy dude somewhere for the kids to find.

Then, it hit me one fine coffee-aroma-filled morning.

“Golly gee gosh darn-it! I should totally draw the boy a picture for his lunch box!”

So, I did.

And, he did something completely unexpected…the little bastard wrote back.

So, like a tiny puppy given his treat for the first time I started wagging my tail obliviously knocking things off tables and the next morning, I did it again!

And he wrote back!

The third time I drew the cat from this awesome animated shorts called “Simon’s Cat” which my kids love.

And he wrote back!

Then, the boy schooled the hell out of me.

Yesterday I sketched out this quick little motivating message as a small pat on the boy’s back in the middle of his day.

And what does he do? He out-draws me with his version of himself "rocking."

It’s my first experience being one-upped by the boy. He “out-creativelyed” me. (Yeah, I just made that word up.)

And I guess I’m cool with it, but it kinda stings a little.

I’m the creative, out-of-the-box, shock-value funny one in the family damn it!!

But, then I realize what an awesome thing a sense of humor is in life. And, if he’s going to have a sense of humor I would want it to be unique and creative.

So, bring it on my man. I’m ready to up-my-game in the note passing arena!

Let’s do this!