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So polite

We’re potty training Troy right now.  While he’s doing a great job with #1, he still needs a little work with #2, but that is neither here nor there.

The really funny thing about watching him go is when he’s all finished and he flushes the toilet.  He gives the swirling water an earnest wave and yells, “Bye-bye, pee-pees, have a good day!  Bye!”

Maybe he’s into that whole karma thing, and he’s trying to stave off future problems with his urinary tract?  Either way, it’s hilarious, and we heartily encourage it.

Mr. Pedantic

Troy and I were in my truck, driving to Nana and Papa’s house.  We had just exited I-5 to get onto Road 102, and we were sitting at a red light.  We had the following exchange:

Troy: What are you doing, Daddy?

Me: Just driving!

Troy: No you’re not; you’re waiting for the light to turn green!

Why, you little…  I guess that’ll teach me to give a non-specific answer to a 2 year-old.

Kids these days.  Sheesh!

He wants to talk

Just within the past couple of days, Troy has decided that he really wants to talk.  He looks you straight in the eye, and very earnestly unleashes a string "words" in an attempt to have a grown up conversation with you.  Now, to you or I it is complete gibberish, but it’s very cool and fun to see the little man trying his level-best to verbally communicate with us.

He’s growing up so damned fast.  I wish we could slow down the time!

Update: And to illustrate just how quickly he’s growing up, we no longer hear the "Pawdnum-pawdnum-pawdnum" described above (though he has moved on to try spelling out words using just the letters B and O!).

Is it Poop? A Haiku

Butt to Face is best
Stench rockets up your nostrils
Why, yes!  It is poop.

There is no good, fast way to check a baby’s diaper to see if it is soiled.  If you really want to know for sure, you have to take a peek, which means disrobing the child, a time-consuming process.  But if you’re in a hurry, then a 99%* approximation will have to do.  This is also known as the smell test, and when the results come back positive, it is never a pleasant experience.

I was reminded of this unfortunate fact of life this morning as I was getting ready for work, and it so rocked my world that I felt compelled to share it with you.

* Everybody farts.  Everybody.  (Yes, ladies, I’m looking at you.)

Feeding the boy


I don't know why, but I just had to post this.  This was definitely not on my list of Things To Do Before I Die, but I'm glad I got to do it.  It's not every day that you get to feed your son in an old prison recreation yard.

The First Haircut

We've been saying for several months now that Troy's hair is getting out of control, and that we needed to get it cut.  That prompted strenuous objections from certain parties, who proclaimed vociferously that we must wait until after his first birthday.  So we waited.

Yesterday, however, we reached the breaking point.  We couldn't take it anymore, so we headed down to Jack n Jillybeans Salon in Roseville to get him a little trim.

Here's the dirty hippie just prior to our departure:


The view from the rear:


And from the side:


It's a pretty cool little place.  Instead of traditional barber stools, they have fire engines, polices cars, and other things for the kids to sit in.  Each station has a DVD player with Baby Einstein playing.  And, of course, there are plenty of fun and shiny toys for the kids to play with.



The Dude did a great job.  He only fussed a little at the beginning, but after that, he was a rock star.




And, we're done:


Front view:


Rear view:


Side view (with some fuss thrown in):


No more dirty hippie!