Bob King Diaries. O8.o3.2O16.

Bob has one grandchild.
They have much in common. Silence, blank stares, and aloofness, are just a few examples.

(*I wanted to check and make sure that the word ‘aloofness’ captured the thought I was grasping for. Here is one definition I found on the inter~webs, it think it is indeed the perfect word for Bob and Harrison:
Aloofness is a noun meaning a state of being distant, remote, or withdrawn. Someone showing aloofness might be shy, or just really doesn’t want to be around people. Aloofness is from the adjective aloof — originally a nautical term. )

Today, is Bob’s grandson’s 16th birthday.

Here is a photo to illustrate the joy that some people feel when celebrating the natal day of a friend or family member:

This is me and my dear friend, Tonya. Our sons have been friends since they started kindergarten together in 2005.
Mr. Blitch (aka: baby daddy), Tonya, and I joined together to surprise Harrison with an impromptu birthday bowling party 2 nights ago with a couple of Harrison’s friends.
It was: a fucking blast.
(We think the kids may have had fun as well, but we don’t really give a shit. Birthdays are really a celebration for mothers.)

Tonight, we will have a small family celebration with Bob when I get home from work.
I may be wrong, but I suspect the scene will look something like this:

Or, I don’t know… We may get a little touch of this:

Mr. Blitch and I are taking turns with our days off this week so that we each get some quality time with our son. Last weekend, Blitch worked, so I took Harrison on a mom~kiddo weekend. Contrary to the photographic evidence, we talked and laughed, and had a tremendously superb time together.

Harrison just wasn’t interested in letting me obtain pics.

This morning I’m heading off to work. Mr. Blitch has the day off to spend with our Little Baby H. They might go bowling again, maybe go for some archery. I’m guessing there will be some cards involved. Poker is a new thing with HH. I can still whoop his butt at Gin Rummy, but I need to sharpen my poker skills.

Bob is now living in an apartment right around the corner from our house. He will refuse to interact with either his son in law, or his only grandchild until I return home home this evening. That is, unfortunately, how Bob rolls.

I went into labor with HH on my due date. He and I are both pretty uptight, scheduled people. He was 9 and 1/2 lbs when he made his entrance at St. Charles hospital in Bend, Oregon.
I’m 5’2″ and have one kidney. But I carried that huge creature for the recommended time period, and then managed to get him out after about 22 hours of labor.

My obstetrician didn’t think HH was going to work his way out vaginally, and was about to start prepping my for a C-section. I’m not quite sure how I did it, but I got him out. Apparently he was a little blue at the time… but he seems fine now. He’s about 6′ tall. He thinks it’s funny to rest his chin on the top of my head. Me too. HI-larious.

Happy birthday sweetheart.