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Father/Son Thrill Ride

July 18, 2010 | 1 comment

We were at Target buying a couple of birthday presents. Squirts had recently turned two and was standing in the cart as he and I headed to the toy section. Yes, I said standing in the cart, OK? And yes, I saw the pictogram with the slash through a child standing in the cart. But the people who draw those pictures have apparently never had a 2-year-old who wanted to stand in the cart. That’s not even the point of the story, so you can stop wagging your finger and read on.

Squirts’ mommy is hunting down a gift in another part of the store while we hit the toy aisle. As Squirts looks in awe and imagines what a life with this many toys would be like, I turn to the wall of Yu-Gi-Oh games we’ve come to pick up. While I try to decipher exactly what a Yu-Gi-Oh is, Squirts rattles on behind me about some toy he needs to take home.

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Peace.

May 23, 2010 | 3 comments

You know what a super ball is, right? It’s one of those small rubber balls you get for a quarter out of a vending machine at the grocery store. When thrown, it ricochets from the wall, the floor, to the wall, to the ceiling and back again at speeds and angles that seem to defy the laws of physics.

At times, if you stopped and watched Squirts from the far end of a large room, you might think he was trying to catch one of those super balls just after being bounced against a wall. But as you got closer, you would probably begin to wonder what happened to the ball? Then, as you got even closer, you would realize, there is no ball. That’s just Squirts-in-motion!

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Tomato, tomato

May 16, 2010 | 2 comments

Squirts is a pretty good eater. There aren’t many things he doesn’t like or won’t at least taste. We’ve been lucky in that way. Just don’t get in any hurry at meal time though, because he eats at one speed – slow.

But there is one food at which he consistently turns up his nose.

If he sees any chunky red things as his mom or I put salad on his plate, he always says, “Oooh, no to-may-toes for me! To-may-toes are gross!”

We reply, “Oh Squirts. Those aren’t to-may-toes, silly. Those are to-mah-toes.”

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The Boy Who Cried Puke

May 9, 2010 | 2 comments

A few weeks ago, for about three nights in a row, Squirts found reasons to come into our bedroom and wake me two or three times each night. First, you will note that I said wake ME up. Over the years, I have come to learn that it takes a lot more than a kiss on the cheek from her prince charming for my sleeping beauty to wake. More like a firm shove of a foot to the butt to begin rousing her slumber.

So, the pitter patter of four-year-old feet followed by the whack, whack, whack of a little hand on a pillow don’t stand a chance. Hey, no one said he’s stupid. Squirts has accurately assessed how to get the fastest reaction with the greatest ease (a theme I’m sure we will continue to recognize into the future).

Each pitstop throughout the night followed a pattern similar to this: pitter-patter-pitter-patter, whack-whack-whack, “can’t sleep/leg hurts/bad dreams/monsters/concerns about a shortfall in the college fund in 14 years.”

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