We all just wanna be big rock stars

I fell down the stairs in the middle of the night and sort of dropped Gavin when he was about a week old. Dede accidentally dropped a can of tomato sauce on Bode's head when he was maybe two weeks old. You learn quickly that babies are durable. I wouldn't put that to the test intentionally; just rely on tons of circumstantial evidence that supports it.

I think I dropped Gavin, but it's a bit fuzzy because a minute earlier I had been deep in sleep with my recurring dream about playing right field at old Tiger Stadium. Every time a fly ball would head toward me, it would hit the third deck and I wouldn't have the opportunity to catch it. I'm sure someone who analyzes dreams would tell me I have some deep-rooted issues that stem from some sort of repressed childhood memory, but I accept my lunacy on the surface and don't feel a need to dig deeper.

I was going to tell the story about Gavin as the intro to the book I envisioned a couple of years ago with the working title...Raising a Rock Star. It was going to be a mix of funny human interest stories with some parenting ideas mixed in. I put together a rather elaborate outline and had every intention of it being huge and ending up on Ellen with Gavin singing "...so we put on a little George Jones and just sang alooonnnggg." I'd then choose to be a Coke-guzzling, Kellogg's-fruit-snack-eating full-time author and stay-at-home dad. (Can you tell I'm working on my product placement in case there really is a dream to hold onto?)

I never got beyond the outline phase and then all of sudden Bode came along. I know women are cringing at that "all of a sudden" -- like he just magically slid out one day. Either way, we're now Raising Two Rock Stars and I'm a blogger instead of an author.

I use Rock Star as an adjective AND a noun. I want them to be Rock Stars in whatever path they pursue. They can be Rock Star Chefs or Rock Star Musicians or Rock Star Soccer Players or Rock Star Journalists or Rock Star Teachers or Rock Star Physicists or Rock Star Hip Hop Dancers (G is currently watching Step Up 3 for the tenth time this week).

It's a little frightening, but I'd even be fine if they chose to be Rock Star Rock Stars -- as long as they take Dede's health class and understand how horrible some of those STDs can be.