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Showing posts from March 7, 2010

Protect & Serve

One of the offices I get to visit happens to share a lobby with the police department so we get to hear things like this:

Little Old Lady:  Excuse me, Officer. I was cleaning my house and found a gun.

Police Officer: A gun?

Old Lady: Yes. I don't want it. Can I bring it here and give it to you?

Officer: Well, uh, we don't really accept things like that.

Old Lady: Well, what should I do? Take it apart and throw it in the dumpster at work?

Officer: Yeah, you could do that.



What do babies eat? And when? As in, Cletus will be 6 months in a week and we just tried rice cereal this weekend and I can't remember if children aren't supposed to have any clue on how to swallow, because he certainly cannot get it figured out. I know he is a lagging behind kind of kid... he just started grabbing toys and he finally flipped over to his belly (then gets stuck) but he is drinking like a banshee (assuming banshees consume ridiculous quantities of liquids) and the nanny was all, "I got some free samples and just happened to get these three small jars of organic apples and pears and - look! It says "from 4 months" right on the label! I didn't know if you wanted them for later... you know, when you're ready to have him start food" and I was all, "Oh, that's totally cool because we love free stuff!"

And then I drove off to work wondering if we should be up to steaks and potatoes by now and what age did the girls start eati…

Staying Informed

The reason I love the Big V so much (and I mean LOVE) is because he truly is a "hand's on Dad." He is always looking for things to do with the baby. He pours over recreation department programs, sifts through newspapers and even asks strangers if they have any suggestions. Imagine his excitement when he came across a print edition of something (he) called "Community Dads" while we were visiting a local church. V was uber excited about the possibility of finding all sorts of things he and Cletus could do together (not to mention having something to read to distract him from whatever was being said up front). Being the supportive partner I am I asked him to quick pose for a picture, which he gladly obliged.

And then...

Uh, honey. That's "La Comunidad."
It's a spanish newspaper.
Not really about Dads.

Needless to say, he had to listen the whole time.

(Guess who wished they would've taken a foreign language in high school.)