Happy Boy!

Timothy started asking for a bike a year ago, when he saw some of his friends riding around. We put him off, thinking 2 was just too young, and said "When you're 3". Well, this poor kid's birthday is in October. The END of October. Given the size of our apartment, it just didn't make sense to buy a bike that he wouldn't even get to ride for 6 months. So again, he was put off. This year, as soon as the neighborhood bikes made an appearance, all we heard was "NOW, can I get a bike?" Off we went to the store to look for bikes that would fit our (still rather small) 3 1/2 year old and this was what we came home with. He loves it and is really getting the hang of starting and stopping on command. Unfortunately, it snowed (twice!) the week after we got it and he hasn't been able to practice lately. Looks like another Timmy milestone has been reached...where does the time go

Lessons Learned the Hard Way

While playing at a friends house on Saturday night, Timothy got a little wild. He was bouncing around on a chair, despite being told MANY times to get down. He tempted fate one too many times and ended up flipping over the arm of the chair and hitting his head on the ledge on the bottom of the chair. 2 hours and 5 stitches later, we were able to get our little jumping bean out of the KidsCare clinic and home. All things considered, he was very brave during the whole thing, but he is 3! (I'm sure you can imagine the scene). In true Timmy fashion, he caught on very quickly that this was a way to get some sympathy coming his way. All week, when asked what happened, he would hang his head, put his lower lip out and say "I fell." Maybe he'll follow Dad's footsteps into drama? Luckily, the stitches came out today and he is well on his way to having a small scar, although it shouldn't be too bad. Hopefully this will be a lesson that only has to be learned once!

P.S. We have a family website with LOTS of pictures on it. If you don't have the website address, leave me a post or email me and I'll email it to you. We just like to know who has access to it!

I've been waiting for this!

Earlier today, I had something happen that I had always wanted.

I was in the process of getting ready, when Timmy came in.

Timmy: *Boing* *Boing* *Boing* Daddy, *Boing* Play *Boing* Mario! *Boing* *Boing *Boing*

Now, how do I react? While my first instinct was to scream: "YEAH ... YOU ROCK!" I instead went for the subtle route.

Dad: We should play one game, don't you you think? Hey Mom, Dad and Timothy are going to play one game of Mario, OK?
In my mind: YESSSS!

Timmy: *Boing* *Boing* *Boing* Yay! *Boing* Play *Boing* Mario! *Boing* *Boing *Boing*

Not only did I feel like a cool dad, but I started to want whatever mom had just fed him.

*Boing*

Timothy's Double Entendre - Unintentional

Our family was heading to do some shopping just recently. As some of our items are specific to specific chains, we go to specific stores for specific things. As we have curious kids, they often ask where we are heading.

Timmy: Hey Mom, where are we going?
Mom: Target.
Timmy: (Silent while thinking). They have toilets there?
Mom: I suppose so.
Dad: [Howls]

If you don't understand the meaning of target, you missed the earlier target post.

I love my kids.

Manly Fluffies

So I was making my son's bed today and he was excited to have Lightning McQueen sheets put on his bed. He and I (ok, maybe I) were enjoying the masculine race car vroom thing. So I decided to ask, "Hey Timmy, do you want big pink fluffies on your bed or ..."
"Yes." came the answer.
"Lighting McQueen sheets ..." I finished quietly, having been deflated of most of my testosterone.
I had just learned my lesson. I will *always* ask a question with my manly option *first* and my less desired option next.

I wonder sometimes if he's just smarter than me and just yanking my chain.