Oh, and Zach? Won't sleep anymore. He wakes up approximately 324 times a night. He also DEMANDS to eat, and at 11, 2, 4, and 6 I give in because it's easier to just feed the little fucker than to listen to him SCREAM. My sweet, quiet, easy child turns into a fierce, starving pain in the ass in the night. I think he might be part werewolf. But don't tell DJ. He's already suspicious.
Let's see...what else. Oh! Dylan has learned to give a "thumbs up".
Or not. Whatever. Maybe some sort of body part lesson is in order. Apparently they don't teach thumb/finger recognition on Sprout, Dora, Diego, WonderPets, SpongeBob or The Simpsons. Who knew. Maybe I should stop relying on cartoons to teach him these things. I suppose I could just sit down and teach him, but then that would take away from my blogging time and how important is it for a three year to know the difference between his pointer finger and his thumb, really? I could always explain that his pointer finger is the one he sticks up his nose. That would provide some sort of distinction for him.
The most important thing he's learned from The Simpsons is this:
Actually, he learned that from his father, who thankfully did not demonstrate, just coached him from the sidelines. Now Dylan does it all the time. "I'm going to show you my butt" he says as he turns around and drops his drawers. I'm trying to show him how to do it without pulling his pants ALL the way down, so I don't have to use a blurry spot. You know, because we don't need to see his junk.
The Full Moon
So, I guess that's it. For now.
*This radar shot was current about an hour and a half ago. It is now raining, but with no signs of thunder. Because I know you're curious and I'm trying to keep it real.