coming soon…
There are two things that are completely unfair about this outfit. They are as follows:
1) Halloween is 3 months away.
2) This does not come in “daddy” sizes.
dorky pride
It’s always so sad to see parents bragging about their kids doing the simplest things. You promise yourself you’ll never be like that. You scoff at your sister putting up videos of her son petting a cat. And then your kid does something, and you’re just sure it’s worthy of all the world to see.
Well, here’s my first entry into the pride video bank: Noah responding to us, looking around.
Today he looks around…tomorrow he just may be running the world. I hear it grows exponentially like that.
noah sees dead people
So yesterday the wife and I are sitting at the dinner table, eating dinner, while Noah sat in his swing making horrid faces, letting us know that he was going to need a diaper change fairly soon. I noted how his faces were so sudden: He’d be fine, then he’d look off into the distance and squench out a face of utter horror. I commented to Teresa how it looks like he’s one of those kids in a Japanese horror movie that can see dead people.
I should note that Teresa spent the two weeks following her first time watching “The Ring,” sleeping in her sister’s room, in her sister’s bed, with her sister. She did better after “The Grudge,” but I’ll attribute that to her ability to go home with me at that point. She once told me a story about how, after seeing previews for “White Noise” she almost misplaced a baby at work because she was dead set on turning off a radio in the Nursery that happened to be picking up a good bit of static. She’s a jumpy one, that wife of mine.
So needless to say, she doesn’t appreciate my comment about our son and his paranormal abilities.
Tonight as we went grocery shopping, he sat in the back seat, staring into his giant fish eye mirror, and Teresa commented at how she really thinks he’s looking at himself in the mirror. I told her he was probably just staring at the underwear clad Japanese boy sitting next to him.
Assailing glares ensued.
Marriage is awesome. Being responsible for a completely defenseless human being is awesomer.
get it?
Well? Do ya?
I should mention, this isn’t our car. We just so happened to see it in the park we were at. We’re not that dorky.
my buddy juan is famous!
Juan, my ever present partner in crime has gotten himself into a Smashing Pumpkins video! He’s the large Cuban guy in the black jacket and beard, “playing” guitar, often on the right side of the screen. Wait till the end for extra awesome Juan solo goodness! The player’s size kinda messes up my site. But who cares.
I’m so proud of my boy!
progress
18 days, with no drops. Sounds like a pretty good record to me. especially considering Teresa can barely walk up stairs on her own. I myself can handle him with the grace and stability of an Olympic figure skater.
Everyone’s been asking for photos, but you’re not going to get any for a while, as someone stole our camera right out of our diaper bag while we were eating out with my parents. Here’s hoping they see the cute baby pictures on the memory card and go into a deep shame spiral, consider what they’re doing with their lives, and devote their lives to helping the homeless. Maybe curing cancer. I don’t know, something to make up for stealing my camera.
So yeah, there you go. Thus far everyone in the house is still alive, and relatively sane. If that we used that dog poop box for Noah’s stuff…it would have been filled three times by now.
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