ducky

Ducks don’t roar…
Do they?

The days have become very loud in the kingdom. The little prince and the littler prince have started playing a game where they roar at each other. They are fierce and fearsome. They are wild and chaotic.

So, you know, they are basically just normal kiddos.

Then, when they get tired of roaring at each other, they join forces and roar at anyone else they encounter in their jumping, rolling and frolicking tornado of noise and destruction swirling through the kingdom. Sometimes they are monsters. Sometimes they turn their toys into the monsters. Sometimes they have rubber duckies fiercely roaring…

Ducks don’t roar?
Well, as it turns out, sometimes they do.

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one moment

Adulting is hard.

Parenting is harder.

But then there are moments where everything comes together…

Picture, if you will, a simple car ride up the street to run an errand, four-year-old ensconced in his chair in the back, and a familiar tune begins to play through the speakers.  My voice comes in to join the singer’s, as is my way, and a small voice from the backseat chimes in.  And there it is.  I’m singing in the car with the little prince.

I didn’t ask him to sing.  I didn’t force him to learn the words.  It was a familiar song, yes, one I’ve played a lot, one that I’ve sung to a lot, one he has sung to before on his own at home.  He memorized the words on his own, though, and in that moment he chose to sing with me rather than just listen, rather than telling me stop singing so he could sing, rather than telling me to stop so we could just hear the true artist.  He joined his voice, small as it was, so we would be singing together.

I don’t know that I could adequately explain why that meant so much to me, both in general and on that day and I doubt he had any idea, but I nearly cried.  I grew up singing in the car.  Some of my earliest memories are of my dad thumping a steady rock beat out on the center console while the whole car exploded with our (often terrible) singing.  Leaving that image as is, perhaps it is best to only add that music has always played a major role in who I am, from casual listener, to instrumental student, to DJ…  Music has defined many of the milestones of my revolutions around the sun.

Adulting is hard and parenting is harder and that’s okay because I’m occasionally given moments of such joy that I know all the struggles are worthwhile.  Singing in the car with the little prince was one of those moments.  I can’t wait to do that again.  I can’t wait to see what the next moment will be too.

The song ended and I turned in my seat to say over my shoulder, my voice catching a bit in my throat and my eyes straining to hold back the tears while a smile lit my face, “I love you, kiddo.”

“Why?”

Adulting is hard.

Parenting is harder.

made it

We made it!  30 days and 30 pictures and 30 sometimes rambling, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes nonsensical, sometimes fiction but mostly non-fiction, sometimes poetic accompanying words.  What can I say, that’s how I roll here in the Kingdom these days.  Congratulations to all you nano poblanos, you tiny peppers, you cheer peppers, you bloggers extraordinaire for once again seeing it through to the end.  Great job.  You are all amazing.

And now to sign off the way every major event should, and usually often do:

With fireworks!!

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then again, maybe not

I should be sleeping,
Well, that was true when I wrote this, but not now that it is published.
Then again, perhaps I should be sleeping now too.
At some point, I really should sleep.
Maybe tomorrow.

It would be grand to be dreaming,
Of the mountains or the past or the future or anything with my eyes closed.
Then again, I should be careful what I wish for.
At some point, the nightmares might creep,
To my sorrow.

I should be sleeping,
But instead I’m scheduling additional posts for this week to be shared.
Then again, words are often my salvation.
At some point, I might hit upon a truth seep.
Maybe tomorrow.

This is What Happens…

Hello, Kingdomers….uhhh… Kingdomites…. or whatever the followers of this here blog call themselves. For those of you who don’t know me, I am Revis Edgewater; First Knight of the Matticus Kingdom and co-author of the Jester’s book, The Erratic Sun. If you don’t already have it, I’ll wait patiently while you either go here for the paperback version or here for the Kindle version. Now that I’ve gotten that shameless plug out of the way, let me get on with telling you why I’m here.

Normally, I play on my own blog, but since both Matticus and I contributed to what you’re about to read next, I figured I’d stop on by the Kingdom. It’s been a while since I’ve made my presence felt here anyway.

Below is an exchange that took place between Matticus and I earlier today. This is what happens when we have enough time to email each other while we’re at work:

Revis: To err is human. Wait…. you’re human, right? Or are you some cybernetic jester from the future who also happens to write????

Matticus: I’m not a robot.  Definitely not.  Trust me. *creepy grin*

R: Damn, I was hoping for a robot friend. If Fry gets Bender, how come I can’t get one?

M: You make a valid argument about the Fry/Bender situation.  Though, they both also have a Cyclops for a friend… so… even  if I was a robot, which I’m most definitely not, we are both still getting gipped in the friendship department. 

Also, we need a space ship.

R: Well, we don’t have a cyclops friend, but we do have a dinosaur friend. Does that count? We also have a ship. It’s called the Erratic Sun, remember? We just can’t fly it…. 

M: We do have a dinosaur friend, that’s very true.  And I have a ninja-knight, a knightly ninja, as a friend.  Can’t get much cooler than that.  And, yes, we do have a spaceship.  A very nice one.  I’m not sure why you can’t fly it?  I’ve taken it for a couple spins around the galaxy…

R: Wait, Terry lets you fly it??? He never lets me!

M: Hmm… That’s weird. I’ll have a word with him next time I see him.

R: Yeah,  whenever I ask to fly it, he mumbles something about not wanting to die…

M: Have you given him a reason for doubting your ability to pilot the thing?

R: There was that one time I crashed that hovercar because I saw a squirrel, but that wouldn’t happen in the Sun. There aren’t any squirrels in space.

M: Squirrels in Space, the movie.

R: Oh, sure. Take Terry’s side. I see how you are.

M: That’s not what I was doing!! I was changing the subject….  😛

R: Yeah, right. I bet you two go out on weekends and party without me…

M: Only once or twice.

R: I knew it! I’m the third wheel!

M: No!!! … you actually have to be around to be considered the third wheel, right? 😛

R: Do you think Al Gore would’ve still invented the Internet if he knew that this was the kind of stuff we’d do with it?

M: Yes!  He’s the biggest prankster of all!