Friday, May 30, 2008

Memorial Day

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Play Ball!

Last weekend Marcy, B and I met up with Jeff, Alaina, Elsa, Tim, Brenda and Lilly for our first Sea Dogs game of the year all courtesy of my retirement/life insurance company. I obviously give them too much money is they can send 9 people to the game and give EACH of us $10 to spend at the game. Regardless, the girls had a great time together, we watched about two at bats, talked a lot, got kicked out of our stolen seats etc etc.

B only cheered for Slugger.

Feeding the ducks gold fish.

Lilly hamming it up.
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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

working out

gotta keep the baby butt at bay (more below)

The other day when Marcy and B were out and about, Marcy explained to B the reason one woman's belly was so big was because she had a baby in it. Later on, when a particularly large woman walked past Brynna turned to Marcy and said "Mommy, she's got a baby in her BUTT!"

Kids are awesome.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

knotty nose picker

The other day I was doing something-or-other in the kitchen and Brynna was playing with a piece of rope (she must have gotten tired of playing with the razor blades and gasoline). B is still just short enough that when she is at the back door, she is out of sight from the kitchen sink, just 3 feet away. It was in this blind spot that a series of grunts, huffs, sighs etc eminated for several minutes before I decided it was time to see if B was up to no good (always a good bet these days). What I found was quite impressive. B started with a single piece of rope and ended up with this:

That's right, it's her first knot. A functioning slip knot to boot. She obviously got her knot tieing skills from her mom. Marcy often works with boats so knot tieing is a skill she has picked up. Me? The only tieing I do is when I tie one on. When I do need to tie something, I tie 37 basic knots and hope for the best. As Marcy says "If you can't tie knots, tie lots"

Oh, looooook what I did!

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Monday, May 19, 2008

Getting the lay of the land and pee in the hand...

As a parent, there are moments in your child’s life that you will always remember and cherish. Their first words, first steps, graduating high school etc. immediately come to mind. All moments that are worthy of being stored away in the ole long term memory right next to your high school gym locker combo.

There are other moments that deserve to be cherished but for a totally different reason. Things that make for great party conversation or to embarrass her in front of her date before the prom. One of those moments happened recently while we were walking around the new property siting where the new house will go. As she was playing in the leaves and climbing rocks, B realized that she needed to pee. Her potty was several hundred feet away in the car so we asked her if she wanted to pee on the leaves. Of course, she was more than happy to oblidge. So, she yanked her pants down and started to piss standing up. Being the good mother that she is, Marcy sprung into action and tried in vain to keep B from soaking her pants, taking a direct hit to both hands and arms in the process. It was completely hilarious to witness but we were both wondering exactly why she thought she could pee standing up and it occured to us that she has witnessed her loving father relieve himself outside many, many times (I'm a man of nature) and pee sitting down at home (what? considering that I wax my legs it shouldn't come as a suprise that I pee sitting down!) so it isn't suprising that she would make that mistake.
pre pee

Post pee

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Saturday, May 17, 2008


I'm a wee bit behind posting pics recently so here is a quick photo blog.

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

the red poop diaries

As I mentioned previously, B has finally begun using the potty. First, pee alone but soon after she started to go poo as well. We are very excited she has made the switch almost entirely (still wears a diaper at night but usually wakes up dry) but I've got to admit that while cleaning the potty after she pees is no big deal doing the same after a big ole steaming deuce is another story altogether. For some reason I'm ok with it when she goes in her diaper but it grosses me out when it's in the potty. My issues really. Anyway, I'm getting just slightly off topic.

Last night B was complaining that her butt hurt but she refused to poop. Finally, shortly before bed, she decided it was time. Thankfully, I was working in the dining room while Marcy went with B to take care of business but it wasn't long before Marcy was hurriedly calling me in to see the spectacle. Upon entering the bathroom I immediately realized what the fuss was about. There was a log in the potty roughly the size of New Jersey (didn't smell as bad though) almost sticking out of the top. If the potty had been attached to the plumbing I would have thought it was an alligator that had crawled up from the sewer system. It was clear why her butt had been hurting. To be honest, I'm suprised it didn't make her teeth hurt too.

Marcy wanted me to take a picture but I told her I was too mature for that (this post proves otherwise) and that while I'm not above taking a pic of poo in a shoe, I draw the line here. So, sorry, no poopy picture today.

Monday, May 12, 2008

more field work

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field work

Marcy's involved in a project where she and some others from work have to set a net up in a river daily to catch, count, measure and release fish. Who knows what they're trying to figure out but "scientists" always need to be measure SOMETHING. The other day, B and I decided to tag along and it turned out to be a ton of fun. The river/stream was beautiful and B had a blast checking things out and trying with all her might to go swimming.

Look what I caught.

Watching mommy from a mud flat.

Checking out the critters.

Turds eye view.

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Friday, May 09, 2008

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

B learns to ride

We're not sure what happened over the weekend but B finally decided to use the potty. 5 times on Sunday without any prompting from us. She also decided that she knew how to ride her tricycle this weekend as well. Previously she could only push a pedal a few inches and had no clue about steering. Saturday was no exception and we were forced to push her around the driveway. Sunday, for some reason, things just clicked. She hopped on the trike and simply started pedaling and steering like she always knew how. Weird.

Friday, May 02, 2008

spinny spin

VIDEO FIXED, hopefully

for your viewing pleasure. try to ignore my douche bag voice towards the end of the vid.

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uh-oh, I've angered a carnie!

The world wide web is an interesting place full of delights and perils. I've maintained two blogs for a few years now for the sole purpose of posting pictures of myself on the internet. Sure, I've also thrown up an occasional picture of Marcy and Brynna but, truth be told, I only do that to keep people coming so they'll see the pics of me! Oh yeah, the internet is also good for porn. Not sure if you had heard.

But it can also be a dangerous place. For example, the other day I stumbled onto an educational website with nice pictures and interesting writing. I was so appalled that I was forced to google some websites of sex with donkeys to erase it from my memory. Also, though, occasionally somebody actually reads the drivel on this blog and takes offense to my amazing wit. Usually I'd simply tell the person to un-bunch their panties and read back a couple of posts to where I said that I (the most manliest of manly man dudes) have a vagina and they would soon realize that you can be pretty well assured that nothing I say or write is ever meant to be taken seriously. Unless I write it in caps of course. (I LOVE CHEESE!)

Sometimes you have to be careful though. Yesterday's post raised a bit of dander in the carnie community. Read here:

"If circuses tortured animals they wouldn't be in business. Circuses are inspected weekly by local, state, and federal inspectors. There is no way you can hide torturing animals with that frequent inspections. Furthermore there is no reason to harm them. The majority of circus animals are very well taken care of. "

Take care,
Logan Jacot

Obviously, I don't really think that Circuses torture animals (they torture the audience instead) and I'm sure that they are inspected to death but I like to make broad, ill-informed generalizations so there you have it. Logan, if I offended you, I apologize.

Just to be safe though, I'm keeping a look out for VW bugs with 15 clowns jammed inside.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

to the circus

This past weekend my parents kidnapped B for the day and dragged her to see animals tortured, I mean, to the circus. As you can see from the pics, she was super psyched. Despite what the pics show, she apparently really did have a good time and lucky us, came home with a blow up Dora of all things.

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