All My Children & Easter Candy & Bro’s Before Beaus
All My Children
It was a good Easter. Nobody got sick, though my 5-year-old daughter Sienna had a sugar high from too much candy. She was like a human pinball the way she was ricocheting off walls.
We had a nice dinner with just some friends and family. Toward the end of the evening, Mary took a photograph of our kids, all seven of them.
There was the five that were the product of my loins and Mary’s baby-making prowess. And there was Cassandra and Katie, our first and our last foster child.
We hit the jackpot with both.
Cassandra came to live with us when she was 13.
That first year with us, my wife, Mary, and I took Cassandra shopping a lot. One time, I sat on a chair in a clothing store while Mary and Cassandra shopped. At one point, I lost sight of them both. It was a big store. I asked one of the store employees if she had seen a tall blonde with a tiny brunette. The store employee said to me, “Yes, I have. Your daughter and granddaughter are in the changing rooms, trying on clothes.”
Daughter and granddaughter? I still was in my 30s.
I’ve been told I’m an old soul. I didn’t realize until then it showed on the outside, too.
When our first child, Samantha, was born, the first three people Sam saw were the doctor, me and Cassandra. It was short notice when Mary’s water broke so, instead of spending valuable time looking for a sitter, we took Cassandra to the hospital with us and she was in there in the hospital room.
She was there for the pain and screaming, more from me than Mary, and watched the doctor stitch up Mary afterward.
Cassandra did not date throughout high school and I’ve always wondered if she was scared off boys after seeing the end result when a guy and a gal, well, you know.
When we met Cassandra, she was so tiny she looked about eight years old. She was so tiny she would have been one of the smallest kids in Munchkinland. She was so tiny we took her to see several doctors to find out if she would ever grow.
In time, she grew. And she grew.
She grew into a beautiful young girl who became captain of both the dance and cheerleading teams at Orono High School. Cassandra was a phenom in track, and none of us realized it until she went out for the team as a senior. She was fast and started out running the 100 and 200. She did OK.
Two dates I’ll always remember. On May 7 of her senior year, we took her to the track and showed her how to hurdle. Mary had been a really good hurdler in high school, and I had been a lousy one. Between us, we knew the fundamentals.
Anyway, on May 7 Cassandra learned how to hurdle. On June 6, less than a month later, she ran in the state finals. Might have won there too if she hadn’t sprained her ankle a week earlier.
Cassandra had several scholarship offers, but decided another career path. Now almost six feet tall, she loves what she does, making a very nice living grooming dogs and making them look and smell pretty for their owners.
Katie came to live with us in 2005.
She had a Goth look. Dark clothes, dark makeup.
Katie turned 14 shortly after moving in. She found out Mary had been a Vikings cheerleader and shared with Mary that she always dreamed of being a cheerleader. But she knew that would never happen, not how she grew up, not the way she looked.
Katie started wearing lighter clothing, scrubbed off the dark makeup, let her true personality come out and became captain of the Orono High School cheerleading team.
There was a great kid inside, waiting to come out.
Katie has bubbly personality and a big heart.
She has become a wonderful and beautiful young woman and announced yesterday after dinner she was getting married.
We are very happy for her.
We are very proud of both Katie and Cassandra.
I couldn’t be more proud if they were the product of my loins and Mary’s baby-making prowess.
(Posted April 6, 2015)
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I want to give a shout out to the Easter Bunny.
He takes care of my kids, giving them the same tasty candy I like.
He must know how much that helps prevent tummy aches.
By stuffing their Easter baskets with candy I like, the chance one or more of my five kids gets sick is greatly reduced.
If it looks like they’re about to have a Technicolor yawn from gobbling too much candy, that’s where I come in. I say to them, “I’m going to do you a favor. I’m going to help you eat that candy before you get sick.”
I do this because I love them.
At the slightest hint of a pukefest, I go into tummy-ache saving mode. I dig into their Easter basket and wolf down every Nestles’ Crunch egg, package of pastel-colored M&M bag and Milky Way caramel bar wrapped to look like a bunny.
Thankfully, the Easter Bunny is a wise bunny. He doesn’t leave my kids those crappy-tasting marshmallow peeps and cheap six-inch high hollow chocolate bunnies from companies you’ve never heard of. Those make me sick.
Anyway, my kids are a little disappointed their candy supply has been depleted. But I assure them that it is much better to have less candy in their tummies than to have a tummy-ache.
I consider it a good year if at least a couple of them buy it.
Whether they buy it or not, I feel I have done my duty as a parent. I have kept my children — some of them, anyway — from clutching their tummies and vomiting into their Easter baskets.
(Posted April 5, 2015)
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Bro’s Before Beaus
I am very disappointed in my wife, Mary.
While my oldest daughter Samantha’s boyfriend is in South Dakota visiting his grandfather, Mary was hoping to marry off Sam to someone else.
I must stand up my fellow man. Or, in this case, the young fellow dating my daughter.
There is a brotherhood among us. Bro’s before beaus, or something like that.
What Mary wanted is wrong, so very wrong.
See for yourself. Here is what she posted on Facebook …
Have you ever had one of your children just completely and totally let you down and disappoint you?
SCOTT EASTWOOD — yes, the son of Clint Eastwood — was in the radio station that Samantha Sansevere works at doing interviews for his new movie that that is coming out called “The Longest Ride.” Not only did she NOT ask him to marry her, she didn’t even get a picture taken with him.
Wrong, Mary, so very wrong.
And she wasn’t alone.
Several of her Facebook pals sided with her. They were, of course, all women.
Here are just three examples of what her Facebook pals had to say:
Carol: “What is wrong with Sam?”
Stephanie: “It’s so sad about Samantha. … And she seemed to have such promise.”
Judy: “We share your disappointment in Sam. Wow, is he handsome.”
Wrong, ladies, so very wrong.
(Posted April 4, 2015)