A Few Busy Months

Well, it's been a busy few months buddy... but hopefully I'll start catching up. We took our first 'real' trip with you over Christmas break. We all flew to Canada to visit your Aunt Melissa and Uncle Hal. It was a great time and you got your first sled ride!! But there were some bumps. For one we all got sick, and that was no fun! But as a result we did more hanging around the house (which also ment more Halo for dad.. woo hooo!)

But I'm getting ahead of myself here. We started off with a 5 HOUR plane ride ahead of us and your mom and I were just a little worried on how you would hold out... turns out (as usual) you were not the one we should have worried about. First your mom gets up to go pee (it's a packed flight we're at like row 9 up front) and comes back in a timely mannor. She reported back to me there was a tiny changing table in the bathroom. Didn't think much of it at the time since we just change you in our laps (and yes expose your privates to the world.. sry) So like a half hour later it's Daddy's turn at taking a pee. So I got on up to the front of the plane and lock myself into the bathroom. It was tiny. So I decided to stand up and pee although I should say this is not the cleanest way to go (in terms of keeping the toilet clean) but in public places it's keeping my butt clean that matters. So I'm standing there letting 3 cokes and 2 waters find there way out of my system when I spy the tiny changing table mom mentioned. Curiosity got the best of me so I twisted the little latch to unfold it. Now somewhere there has got to be some engineers laughing their collective asses off on this one. See when the changing table completely unfolds, just about one half inch before it is completely unfolded, it smacks the open lid of the toilet. Given the angle of said changing table and toilet lid collision, the result is the swift closing of the toilet (maybe this is to prevent flushing of tiny babies but I can't help be think it's for the following...) so now the changing table is completely unfolded (totally blocking my view of the toilet), the toilet lid is shut tight, and I am STILL PEEING! It's going everywhere (but in the toilet of course) and as I am sure you are aware stopping a full stream of pee is a little like trying think a train to a full stop. I wrestled the tray closed, opened the pee covered lid, and that was about the time my body was able to the flow of pee.. I surveyed the mess. Pee was EVERYWHERE! The floor was a sort of rubber mat thing with groves all in it (of which a full third were full of pee). So I made a quick decision. I would quickly clean as best I could, then get the hell our of there (taking too long would make it obvious it was me). And so I did... Now, there are many lessons to be learned here, but certainly only one sticks out as a 'Golden Rule' (pardon the pun)... Never, under any circumstances do what the guy after me did (well technically he was the 2nd guy to go to the bathroom after me.. anyways...)... I saw him walking to the bathroom, and by the time I noticed it was too late: He was NOT wearing any shoes, that's right, just socks. Needless to say he chose poorly. After dodging the flight-crews disapproving looks (Not sure if they new it was me but I sure felt guilty), and I couldn't look that poor fella in the face that did some kinda ballerina dance back to his seat... well, that was one plane ride I won't soon forget (although I will try). But you son, were a complete angel!

Love you buddy
Dad

A Life Lesson

So the other day we all went to the grocery store. You were asleep so I dropped mom off and began circling the parking lot... why not park? well in our continual effort to bring spoiling to an entirely new level... you sleep better when the car is moving.. but I digress.

So this is a popular store with quite a busy parking lot (Whole Foods... the mekka of Organic foods) As we're doing the rounds.. this guy in front of me tries to turn into a parking spot and fails. There was a symbol of American ignorance parked int the spot next to the open one... It's called a Yukon (pronounced "you - conn" .. sorrta appropriate name) Hopefully by the time you're reading this, this beast is extinct.. it's like the Aircraft carriers of consumer trucks.. Anyways to give the guy a little credit the Yukon was parked with its tire on the white line.. but then it was PARKED and he was MOVING so any argument of fault would be moot.

This guy proceeds to back up and then successfully park his car in the aforementioned spot. As I am circling I keep an eye on him.. He gets out.. walks around his car inspects the damage on both vehicles.. as you might expect his car had the blunt of the damage, broken light, etc.. but the Yukon, for all it's beastly armor, did in fact have a dent.

On about my fourth circle, I spot this guy get back into his car, and take off... so the good samaritan in me jots down his license plate number... I then parked the car (sorry buddy, super dad was in action so your sleep had 2nd priority) Write out a note and proceed to place it on said Yukon... just as I was looking around for a step ladder to place said note on the windshield.. the driver of the Yukon showed up. I told her what I had seen, handed her the note with the plate number and then took you into the store to catch up with mom.. The lady had said she was calling the police to file a report.

While we were shopping, by the way a handy guy-tip.. all the hot women shop at organic food stores (aka your mom) and others were abound, so this is pound for pound the best place to go meet a healthy young woman.. at any rate we are shopping and low and behold who do I see? None other than the hit-and-run driver of past!

So, what to do? I believe that even good people have bad days. And that this guy is probably a good guy.. I mean he did stop, get out.. look around.. it wasn't like he tore ass outta there... So I decided he deserved a second chance... I approached him and said, "Excuse me, I think the lady of the truck outside is looking for you now, maybe you want to go talk with her?" and he said "oh yes" and ran out to talk with her as though he were on a mission... So he avoided some type of hit-and-run deal with the police, and the Yukon lady must have felt better being able to have some info to send to insurance company..

So I think there are a few lessons here.. You never know who's watching, so just do yourself a favor and do the right thing the first time. Consider helping a fellow human when you can. And almost everyone deserves a second chance.

Love you buddy,
Dad

Some More Games

So you've got a few more games going now. On your last visit to Grandma/Grandpa Skipper's, you seized a doggy toy ( actually just the squeaky from a doggy toy) and, of course like everything else, put it in your mouth and started squeaking it... This got the attention of their smallest dog, China, (she's about the size of a coke can.. well she's been eating too many treats lately so let's go with the size of coke can in a cozy).. anyways you would hand the squeaky to China and just before she took it you'd take it back and crack yourself up! It was really cute, grandpa took some video and we had a great time..

Your favorite pole... so there is a tent-like set up in your room and you swiftly dismantled it and took out a pole that is approximately 4 ft in length (REALLY HUGE compared to you) and then you set about the house attempting to leverage this new tool in many ways.. of course poking the nearest animal was fun but the pole proved too unwieldy to provide for accurate poking... then you had seen mom and dad open the bathroom door by fiddling with the brass nob attached to the door (which was high above you head) so you employed the pole in poking said nob in a worthy but ultimately fruitless attempt to gain access to the bathroom and all it's fun places to play that mom and dad refuse to yield.

And then there is the one-handed skiing... You select various objects, like say daddy's leveler.. place it in your hand (usually your right) and commence with crawling around whilst 'skiing' with said hand on the floor, pushing the object around.. very cute!

These are just a couple... point is I can see you changing.. getting smarter, literally everyday. It's so awesome.. or as mom and I say on a daily basis... "He's AWESOME!"

Love you buddy
dad