Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Poops, Moves, and Emotional Fats

There are pros and cons to having all girls. Potty training is one of the pros. Lucy, our 28-month-old, snaggle-tooth muffin with hair like Frasier season 1, just decided the other day that she wanted do her business in the toilet like her big sister. She's even pulled the little stool over to climb up there and drop a couple deuces that looked like infant Klingons. Two down. One to go.

Becky REALLY likes this show. I keep finding myself wanting to see how many crossbow darts could be shot into those whiny fat people before they finally shut their pie-holes. Seriously, all the Biggest Loser contestants do is cry. Wah wah wah, my whole life has been about tacos. Wah wah wah, I miss my mommy. Wah wah wah, I have a jelly bean embedded in one of my back folds.
And all that blubbery blubbering is rubbing off on MY wife. We need to get back into Heroes.
And Nora can crawl now.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Sicks and Giggles

Sam is learning how to read and write. We need to work on vowels and we need to work on looking at the word instead of making it up based on the picture. She made this crown all by herself the other day. I guess we also need to work on connotation.

Is the whole world ill right now? Holy cow pox. At least one member of our family has been dripping something from somewhere since July.
This one kind of goes on. But you're here, so this is probably the sort of schlock you're looking for.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Friday, October 9, 2009

Disjointed Post

Ok. A few things.

We have three very cute girls.

One of them doesn't mind having her hands and feet superglued to the walls.

Lucy assumed Dad was looking and launched herself off the top bunk toward him. Luckily, she didn't sustain a head injury because the impact was absorbed by her front teeth. One of her incisors did bleed and move back a smidge. The dentist said over the phone that it might heal on its own if we leave it alone. We're hoping so, because we hadn't bothered to put Lucy on our dental plan.

Speaking of dental plans, we've been married 5 years as of yesterday. I really really like that Becky. She's very nice and pretty.

Thursday, October 1, 2009


Lucy is not as linguistically gifted as her older sister. Sam was talking in very complete, understandable sentences by this age. However, Lucy is getting much better about putting words together and has developed a functional, individual vocabulary, some of which is as follows:
Mommy = MOMMEEE!!!
Daddy = DADDEEEE!!!
Sam = Drai-jrai (no idea)
Nora = Baby
Bottle = Bahbo
Nose = Bop bop
Horse = Gidyup, or Eeehaw
Food = Eat
Dora = Dada
Ear = Eeeyoo
Insect = Dubby
Any color = Puhpoh (Purple)
Any fruit = Appoh
So, when discussing an orange: "Lucy, what's this?" "Appoh" "No, it's an orange. Can you say 'orange'?" "Puhpoh."
Waaboo dwee no no daymo Drai-jrai hahpoo fai = If you don't take that toy away from Sam and give it to me, I'm going to burn the couch.