In our living room we have a Tivo box with remote, DVD player with remote, TV with remote and a cable box with a remote. Our set up is such that two wires from the Tivo box drive the cable box like a remote. Those wires are frequently knocked out of position by the lady who comes and cleans our house. So we are frequently re-aligning the wires. Well, one evening Mike started to go about the task of realigning the wires. As he was moving them, he was using the Tivo remote to see if the Tivo box would change the cable box channels. He was getting quite confused, because the channels on the cable box were not changing as he would expect. After a bit of frustration, Mike realized that his loving wife was behind him on the couch with the cable box remote making the cable box change channels too.
About 2 1/2 weeks before Christmas, Mike seemed a bit flustered after spending a bit of time on his computer. I asked him what was up and he said that he wasn't sure one of the gifts he had purchased for me would be arriving in time for Christmas. A few days later, he basically said it was still up in the air. Then, shortly thereafter he said he thought it would get here, but he would have to pick it up in Columbus. Hmmm. All this and he also expressed concern that I might not even like it anyway. Mike was heading to Phoenix, AZ and was flying out of Dayton. He got notification that the present was in Columbus, so he was going to pick it up on his way to Dayton. Well, from Phoenix Mike called and said he had tried to get it, but when he went to pick it up it was actually lost and "they" were trying to track it down. The next day we received a call at the house. I answered. The lady on the phone asked for Mike, and when I said he wasn't available, she said "There is a package here that he needs to come and get through customs." "Customs?" I said. "Yes, it is some sort of gilded mirror." she said. (Please note I did not ask what it was). So now I have some idea of my present...but why Mike had to get a mirror from some other country I was dumbfounded by. That night I spoke with Mike and let him know that the package was again in Columbus awaiting pickup. Mike said "Did you ask what it was?" I replied "No, I didn't ask, but she said it sounded kind of like a puzzle." Needless to say, my little prank did cause Mike additional angst. But in the end, he was able to get the mirror and on Christmas day I was surprised to see a beautiful mirror that we saw in Capetown, South Africa. Excellent present, Mike, and well worth the additional gray hairs.
Now, for Father of the Year.
Truly Mike is a wonderful father. His three girls love him dearly. But here's the story. On Christmas Eve we attended a children's service at our Methodist Church. Gram, Pop and Grandmama drove separately and arrived at the church well ahead of us. The day was cool and we were running a bit late, so we devised a plan that Mike would drop Jessi, Addison, Lily and me off in front of the church. Then he would park the car and bring Kelsey in. Well, Jessi and I had just gotten Addison and Lily's coats off and we were settling in when Mike came in to the church to join us. I took one look at him and said "Where's the baby?" A look of horror came across his face and he dashed out of the church. Yep, he left Kelsey in the car. Fortunately, the car wasn't far from the church, it wasn't too cold outside and Mike found Kelsey was pleasantly enjoying her solitude.
And our Funny Kid
Generally Addison and Lily do not have sweets. At Halloween they each enjoyed just one lollipop each. On birthdays, they've gotten a small bit of cake. And even during Christmas when they got a bag full of cookies at our Kindermusik cookie exchange, they didn't have too many cookies. But they did have a few days of cookies after lunch. Then the week after Christmas, Jessi and Mike were giving the girls lunch. Kelsey and I showed up in the kitchen towards the end of their meal and to my surprise they both had a cookie. I asked (knowing the answer was Daddy) "Who gave you the cookies?" When there was no answer, I repeated "Who gave you the cookies to eat after your lunch?" Very quietly Addison answered "Santa"
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