Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Imagination

So a few weeks ago the little guy finally started playing with his Mr. Potato Heads properly. He's definitely discovered his creative side. It's pretty amazing to watch him use his imagination now. He uses it more and more each day. Such a wonderful boy.

A few weeks ago he made a mini Potato Head and called it Baby. Recently he started putting it in his bed because it needed a nap and then started calling it himself. Then he made a Momma Potato Head. Extremely funny. I laughed pretty hard, but felt out of the loop. Why wasn't there a Daddy Potato Head? Do I look like one already? Am I not Spud worthy? Finally after weeks of wondering it happened!

He calls me into his room and said, "Dadda look!" On his dresser was Momma Potato Head, Baby Potato Head and a DADDA Potato Head. Man did I laugh. He then took my hand and made sure I knew who was which. He even lined them up on his own. I had nothing to do with any of it. Never helped him, never told him what to use on any of them. It was creativity at its purest!

Here's our family portrait through the eyes of a 2 and a half year old...



Wednesday, October 15, 2008

I Came Across This. I really Got Nothing to Say About It...



Not too bad of idea if you ask me.

Monday, October 13, 2008

My God Will You Look at the Size of That Thing...

Everyone looks at me and assumes that I am Irish and not Italian. Although there is a tiny bit of Irish in me it only accounts for my retarded look I have every once in a while. Back in the day I would have started a fight over it. Through the years I have matured. Ha Ha Yea Right! My quick response is usually, "Do you need me to take my pants off to prove I'm not Irish!" that usually shuts people up real quick. Of course this 80 year old lady once chased me down in her Lark because I didn't follow through.

So why am I talking about this?

Did anyone ever see the Family Guy episode when Peter finds out his son Chris has a bigger penis than him? Well, my boy is packing some heat. He looks like his mom, but he looks like me from the waist down. Someday I'm gonna be jealous, but just the other day in his car seat he points to my crotch and says, "I want to see big penis." He made Daddy's day!

He's funny because he likes to talk about it. Which I think most boys do. I made the mistake once of calling it a boner when he had to go pee pee and he's been saying it ever since. I try to get him to say Mr. Pinky, but he laughs and says NO! It's a Boner!

Here's my proof he's packing...





I have to buy him the Black Boy diapers because the normal White Boy diapers aren't big enough.




You must be this large to wear these diapers!


One day when he's doing no arm push ups he can thank me for it. Just don't beat your old man with it...