Monday, June 19, 2006

My baby brother is 30!

I remember when he came home from the hospital. He was born on Father's Day in 1976. He was the best Father's Day present my dad will ever receive.

I remember when he had Fozzie Bear with him in the hospital to have his tonsils taken out. I remember when he learned to ride his cute little Schwinn. I remember when he was scared of Halloween masks. I remember when we almost left him at Cracker Barrel while on vacation. I remember when he wore Jamz riding his skateboard. I remember when he got busted for sneaking out. I remember when he graduated from high school and then later graduated from the electrical apprenticeship program. I remember when he called to tell me the test was positive and he was going to be a dad.

Being seven years apart, I have some really cute memories of my little bro'. Back in about the early 80s, my dad was putting new linoleum in the kitchen. All the windows in the house were open so that the fumes from the glue would not make us sick. My brother was all boy and got in some sort of trouble and was sent to his room. The next thing my dad knew, my brother was outside running around. How could that be? He had to go through the kitchen in order to get out of his room. After inspecting my brother's room, he was even in more trouble. With tears streaming down my brother's five-year-old face, my brother says, "Dad, I was just bein' the Incredible Hulk." There was a pin hole in my brother's screen that he ripped wide open in order to get outside and play. We all couldn't help but laugh. Guess what my brother was that year for Halloween!

We are from two separate generations. When I was in high school, he was just starting public school. A high school friend had just moved back to the states from Okinawa and had given me some Bazooka gum in which the cartoon was written in Japanese. Picking on my baby brother as siblings do, I told my brother if he chewed the gum, he would be able to speak Japanese like me. Of course, I was faking. He kept chewing and chewing and couldn't understand why he was not speaking Japanese and started crying. We still laugh about that! Sorry Jess!

He's the only son, my only sibling, and the best brother! He's really a cool guy and an incredible dad (pun intended). So, here's to you Chuy on your 30th Birthday. Thanks for being Parker's dad and most of all thanks for the wonderful memories. May the next 30 years be even better than the last. Love, your big sister!