Now You Know You're Cute

Joey discovered the front camera on the iPhone tonight. I'll let the results speak for themselves.

The Tea Party

So, that was just super cute. There was a "tea party" at Sam's preschool on Thursday to which the parents were invited. Aside from me thinking it was the wrong day initially (and no, of course I didn't just show up two days early), it was pretty great. The parents arrived a bit early and got to watch the tail end of the preparations, and then we were invited in.

"WELCOME TO OUR TEA PARTY! PLEASE FIND YOURSELVES A CHAIR!" was the entrance chorus from 16 gleaming 4-6 year old faces. We got to see the manners they'd been working on all week as the littl'uns all sat quietly, hands in laps. They were each invited to serve the cookies and kool-aid that they'd made to their parents - most of them even did so, rather than eating the first cookies themselves. There was much "please"ing and "thank you"ing, some songs, and then some surprisingly good cookies.

(The best part, of course, was confirmation that our son is the handsomest child in the land. Though there was one little girl there who would make some pretty littl'uns...)

It's almost like he's getting to be a real person. It's a fascinating process to watch, and I'm enjoying most minutes of it.

Overheard This Morning

"Mama, I heard a loud sound."
"What was it?"
"It was a noise like Granda makes."

The Secret To Great Comedy

Joey's got it, even at 20 months. (It's timing, by the way, and if I could have figured out how to yell that in the middle of a blog post, I would have.) We'll be playing silly little games - peekaboo, pretending to be asleep, making faces, that sort of thing - and he'll play, play, play, then pause... then play some more. You have to see it to know exactly what I mean, but he's got the comedic pregnant pause down pat. It's actually really impressive, both that he's trying to be funny and that he's succeeding so well.

We're Not Quite Sure...

We went to the Museum of Science and Technology on the weekend. Looks like it might be a neat place, if, you know, one got the time to look at any of the exhibits. I digress.

Joey and I were near one of the exhibits when a family came walking out of it and down the nearby stairs. He stopped, for all the world like he was waiting for them. As they approached, he suddenly dropped to all fours and started to bark at them, then he crawled off - still barking.

As if that wasn't strange enough, he then did a passable Downward Dog and scooted around with his forehead on the floor. (I have a video; I'll post it when I get a chance.)

Apparently he did the same thing at daycare yesterday for 20 minutes at a time, and then stopped to rub his head. I mentioned to Brad that I didn't remember Sam being quite so... erratic; Brad said he wasn't - Joey's just weird.

That's my boy.

Oh Yeah, That's Me!

Wanna hear the news? Apparently, I'm the best daddy in the world. I have it on good authority.

Giving Up

I think that time has finally come; I think we're pretty much done with cloth diapers. After almost 4 years, we sorta feel like we've discharged our environmental duty (which I know isn't really the way things work), and the PITA factor finally outweighs the convenience of disposables. We still try to find "environmentally-friendly" diapers, but to be honest, I normally just get the ones that are most on sale.

Farewell, little diapers. We had a good run; it's us, not you. I hope we can still be friends.

Wait, what?

We've recently redone the playroom in such a way that now there is actually room to, you know, play. Well, the boys were in there tonight and Joey (who is suffering through another diaper rash) was naked. He was also very leaky, resulting in Sam saying, "Joey! Stop peeing like a preying mantis!"

I'm still trying to figure that one out.