Everything was happening in slow motion. All the sounds around us were muffled. The water coming out of the faucet. My son's body twitching and then going limp. His clenched jaw and me splashing that cold water on his body. I kept saying "I love you son, breath. Breath. Please breath!"
I remember watching my son sleep when he was a newborn. Those moments were precious and often happened only in the afternoon in the early days of my fatherhood. Those sleepless nights were full of frustration, exhaustion and time that seemed to slow to a crawl. In a way and for some odd reason I miss it a little.
We have a little dare devil on our hands. This was never more clear to us than the first time we took Mr. Dude into a fair type atmosphere where he was actually big enough to ride the rides. Standing at just over 36 inches (36.8" to be exact) Mr. Dude could ride many, but not all of the rides at Navy Pier's Winter Wonderfest last month.
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