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Sleeping Blankie

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Mason covered himself so thoroughly with his blanket, it looks like it’s part of him. Snoozy little guy. 🙂

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Big Shoes to Fill

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…literally! Not bragging or anything…

False Visions of a Diaper-Free Home

Mason is 21+ months old now. Boys his age do an awful lot! Mason runs about the house, bounces on the bed, fiddles with the remote and eats like both a horse and a bird, depending on the day and meal. He sure is a handful. He’s also a diaper full!

I’ve written a lot about poop, and as a dad, I’m entitled to every stinking word of it. It’s a scientifically known fact: the older a child gets, the more pungent the aroma of their dirty deposits. Talk with just about any parent about this, and the conversation is sure to steer to…

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POTTY TRAINING!

We started thinking of potty training about 2 months ago. Mason somehow got into the habit of getting out of the tub, finding a certain spot in the bathroom floor and…relieving himself. Like any optimistic parents, we ran out and bought a kiddie potty. “Mason will be using this in no time!” I thought. I envisioned light at the end of a very stinky tunnel…a tunnel to a land of storage space in Mason’s room and a sudden drop in the need for baby powder and air freshener. Such a blissful thought! I was getting overwhelmed…so much joy! Tears of joy! So much emo–

*STOMP STOMP STOMP* BA LA LA LAAAA BAA!! *STOMP STOMP STOMP*

–and then Mason ran by with the soft seat of the kiddie potty on his head, smiling and babbling loudly. Sigh…oh well.

The day will come when potty training will become a serious project. Hopes will be spawned and dashed with every potty sit or soiled diaper. It’s gotta happen one way or another. Mason, my boy, I have complete faith in your intestinal intelligence! Go get ’em, son! 🙂

One Little Monkey Jumping on the Bed

Oh Boy…

Every home needs a bounce house to prevent bed bouncing!

In the past few weeks, Mason has learned that mattresses are springy, and that springs are bouncy. He’s such a sensory-focused little guy! Every morning before leaving for daycare, all he wants to do is get on Mommy & Daddy’s bed and hop, hop hop! Of course, it’s a double-edged sword, bouncing on the bed. No parent wants to condone such raucously negative behavior, but the smile on Mason’s face makes it impossible to deny him. I’m such a bad daddy.

Mason still uses a crib, but he’s starting to bounce there too. I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s bouncing right OUT of the crib. Can someone recommend some good floor padding to prevent skull fracture?

Beach Boy

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We took a family vacation in June, visiting my sister, brother-in-law and their kids from Indiana. We met in Massachusetts with my parents and drove to Maine for an overnight at the ocean.

Mason was t quite sure about the ocean. Maybe it was the waves. Maybe it was the noise. Maybe it was the camera being constantly aimed at him. Either way…not 100% a fan. Nonetheless, this was a half decent shot.

Not Forgotten!

Sure, it’s only been 4 months since my last post, but that doesn’t mean I’m dead to the blogging world. It just means…I’ve been busy, dang it! New job at work makes me want to sleep at night instead of linger awake. Plus, this fatherhood thing doesn’t get any easier (though I think it’s gotten more enjoyable)!

Anywho, I’m still alive, and all is well!

No, this isn’t actually me, but this is how I feel sometimes.

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Clowning Around

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Wow…it’s been almost three weeks! Sorry! I took on a new role at work, and it’s making me exhausted at night! I’m doing my best to fit it all in. Hmm…good idea…
Anyway, a couple weeks ago I picked Mason up from daycare. His provider said she had trouble buttoning his overalls, so I took the liberty of fixing the issue when I got home. What I created was a clown-pants catastrophe. Mason wouldn’t stop fidgeting and wouldn’t let me take his hat off, either. I flipped on the TV so he could watch some DVR’d Chuggington and stay still. I saw him standing in his client glory and couldn’t resist. Damn you, snap buttons!

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