{"id":2107,"date":"2011-01-09T12:13:03","date_gmt":"2011-01-09T19:13:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=2107"},"modified":"2011-01-09T12:13:03","modified_gmt":"2011-01-09T19:13:03","slug":"i-am-his-robin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=2107","title":{"rendered":"I am his Robin"},"content":{"rendered":"<style type=\"text\/css\">\n.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }\n.flickr-yourcomment { }\n.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }\n.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }\n<\/style>\n<div class=\"flickr-frame\">\n\t<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/obnoxiousaries\/5339747126\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5125\/5339747126_d8aac40e90.jpg\" class=\"flickr-photo\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<br \/>\n\t<span class=\"flickr-caption\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/obnoxiousaries\/5339747126\/\">DSC_6564<\/a>, originally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/obnoxiousaries\/\">Random and Odd<\/a>.<\/span>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"flickr-yourcomment\">\n\tJeremiah came to stay with his Auntie Awesome and his sisters this weekend.  He brought his Xbox and his Lego Batman game.<\/p>\n<p>There was a time when I would spend hours and hours playing this game and so when he asked me if I knew how to play, I said yes.<br \/>\nHe was so excited!<\/p>\n<p>Since 8:30 this morning we have been playing non-stop. He&#8217;s happy because he&#8217;s getting to levels that he has never been to yet. <br \/>\nThe thing is, he&#8217;s Batman. I am Robin.  This is the story of my damn life with this game. I never get to be Batman!  Men (and 4 year olds) insist on being Batman.  So much so that when I told him I needed to take a break, he wouldn&#8217;t turn off his remote because he didn&#8217;t want to lose being Batman.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m a pretty smart person, but this kid is off the chart smart.  I have been hanging out with him without the girls around for a few hours and it&#8217;s like hanging out with a teenage boy. He&#8217;s that smart! <br \/>\n&#8220;Auntie, I can do all of that and get us where we need to go, but you need to follow me, watch my back and read the stuff that I don&#8217;t know how.&#8221;<br \/>\nThat is all I am good for, just reading the bigger words on the screen.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;s my cuddle bug too. He looked over at me and said, &#8220;Auntie, I love you so much! I&#8217;m glad I get to come here and stay with you. &#8221;  My eyes get all teary and then he said, &#8220;What are you going to feed me for breakfast?&#8221;  and I realize that he&#8217;s such a man!  He worked me from the get go with that line about loving me and then BAM with the food!  He got cereal. Until he&#8217;s old enough to take out the trash, I won&#8217;t be making him scrambled eggs and bacon any time soon.<\/p>\n<p>Last night Tabitha and I went to meet a friend at the local haunt.  The car ride there and back was the best part for me.  She was busting out Rapper&#8217;s Delight and at a stop sign an Escalade of teenage boys pulled up and tried to get her attention, she rolled down the window and without loosing a beat, hit the chorus and sang it like a pro!   I was cracking up as they threw her the &#8220;rock on&#8221; sign.<\/p>\n<p>That morning I had decided to tackle this hill by my house. I have lived here for 15 years and I have drove the hill many times and seen people biking and running up it. I have even seen a teenager taking a skateboard down it and 15 wild turkeys crossing it, but I have never in all this time thought I should attempt to walk up it.  Why? I have a car. <br \/>\nI called Dan. In his sleep fog he agreed to wake up and put on his gym clothes to get coffee.  It&#8217;s a good thing I called him and got him to agree before he woke up and caught on to what I was doing.  We hit the road he asked which one we were going to and I told him, &#8220;The one by my house, down Thunder Hill and then back up.&#8221; <br \/>\nHe didn&#8217;t fight me on it at all. I think he realizes that I have his best interest at heart.  We warmed up going down the hill and then went back up and kept going. On a cold Saturday morning we walked 3.3 miles.  <br \/>\nWhen I got home I knew I had once again blown it by walking on my bad ankle. It had not healed yet and this is the second time I have pushed myself before it was. <\/p>\n<p>At the local haunt I was tempted by the call of the Electric Slide. High heels, slipper dance floor and a bad ankle was not the best combination.  <br \/>\nThis morning I am paying the price for that action as well as the urban hike I had taken that morning.   <br \/>\nJeremiah is taking advantage of my state by insisting that I help him get past the Poison Ivy level.  He is promising me that if I do, I will be his favorite Auntie Awesome.   <br \/>\nI decided to call in reinforcements because after 2 hours my ankle and now my &#8216;kick joker ass&#8217; finger is sore.   I don&#8217;t believe they will make it fast enough though. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Auntie, you have had time to rest, it&#8217;s time to get back to playing. Poison Ivy won&#8217;t kill herself for me.&#8221; <br \/>\nI&#8217;ve forgotten how exhausting being a mother of a 4 year old is. He&#8217;s the best guy out there and so very easy to take care of and love. <br \/>\nHe said, &#8220;Mommy!&#8221; the other day and I looked down at him and said, &#8220;Yes?&#8221; He laughed, &#8220;the other one.&#8221;  Tabitha just laughed too. The village might have gotten smaller and moved a little bit, but we are still his family and always will be.  <br \/>\nAs I type, he is on my knees playing his video game and looking back at me smiling happy. <\/p>\n<p>Yes, I am STILL glad my life is exactly the way it is and I am the lucky one who gets to live it!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>DSC_6564, originally uploaded by Random and Odd. Jeremiah came to stay with his Auntie Awesome and his sisters this weekend. He brought his Xbox and his Lego Batman game. There was a time when I would spend hours and hours playing this game and so when he asked me if I knew how to play,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2107","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2107","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2107"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2107\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2107"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2107"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2107"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}