Hooray For Saturday!

Thanks Coach

Quitters never win and winners never quit.

Whatever.  I don't need to hear that crap when I'm constantly washing & folding little boy clothes and silly briefs, with cartoon characters on them.

Oh, the urination!

Nothing But Left Turns

The Lady calls from Chicago to check in with me today and out of the blue she asks, "You wanna go to that NASCAR race tomorrow?"  I reply, "No, thank you."

I've been lucky enough to go to the Indy 500 three times and from that I have concluded racing is just not for me.  Well let me rephrase that, the entire race is not for me.  From the start of the engines, until the first few laps the cars come by at full speed is pretty impressive.  Before and after that, no thank you.

It's hot and sticky.  People are packed into metal stands like sardines.  I'm an overweight individual.  There is sweating involved.  A sunburn is definite, no matter how much SPF 80 I put on.  It's loud.  Not like rock show loud, like the same noise over and over and over and over and over again for three hours.  There is a weird fuel aroma one breathes the entire time.  Did I mention the sweating?  It's not pretty.

The in-laws have great seats for these races, but it's nothing I want to do on a hot afternoon.  I'm guessing I am in a super small minority of guys in Northern Kentucky that would turn down the offer of Sunday at The Brickyard.

I'll stay home and stick to our own races, racing to the potty.

A Pair Of Jacks

We were playing for a royal flush today.  Heck, any flush would do.  We got two flushes and four accidents.

It was a long day today, but the two males of the family had a fine time.  We started at the cool park this morning, took advantage of Fast Food Friday for lunch, browsed through the local hardware store, stopped by the future preschool of the boy, dropped by the video store, ran through the grocery store, performed a couple of tunes on Guitar Hero, played in the backyard, cooked up some dinner for The Little Man, and then washed the Civic.  All the while, stopping to sit on the potty.

I have to say, it is so much easier with just one of our children during the day, if simply because the job of referee doesn't have to be done.  However, with that job missing, the job of entertainer doubles.  I never really realized how much the kids entertain one another.  They fight with one another sometimes and the tattling, oh the tattling, but overall they are pretty good siblings.

The senior crowd that lives behind us, saw us washing the car this evening and brought a treat from the ice cream trunk over for The Little Man.  We finished up the evening chatting with them outside before heading in to wash the boy down in the tub.  He passed out in a matter of minutes.

So the two of us are going to work at this potty stuff, but I'm not sure this is the time for it to happen.  One of the main reasons I'm really working on it is the fact that the preschool that he is set to start in August wants all three year olds potty trained, which I think is a stretch.  That is why we stopped by there today, is to confirm that.  I'm kind of pissed (pardon the pun) that I had to hear this from The Queen Bee of the playgroup, because of course I looked like an idiot when I was telling her that wasn't the case.  It states that nowhere in their literature and when I specifically asked about it when Doodlebug was graduating from there, they said no, but to be sure I left extra clothes in case of accidents.  I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

I'm starving, because I didn't eat earlier, and really wanting to test the on line ordering abilities of one of those delivery pizza chains, especially the one that has the little heart attack cups of garlic butter to dip the slices in.  You feeling me cousin?

Learning To Swim

Our children are taking swimming lessons at the YMCA, as part of our burning daylight summer.

It's safe to say, I never had a swimming lesson in my life.  Oh, unless you count being thrown into a depth of water that was over my head and then being told to get to the water's edge.

Lesson learned.

Girls Are Away, It's Potty Time!

The female members of the family have headed off to Chicago for a long weekend, to attend yet another gathering of gals to celebrate the soon arrival of another child into the world. 

For those that are not in the know, it's baby season.  Ladies, or at least a lot of them that I know, are popping out babies left and right or soon to be.  Congratulations to them all.

With the ladies heading north to take part in some pasta salad, finger sandwiches, and cake, the gentlemen of the family are going to hold down the fort in our big boy underwear.  That's right, this weekend, The Little Man will be spending a lot of time in his big boy underpants.  It's potty training time.  I'm not so sure of how it's going to work out, but I figure if there is a time for it, it's now. 

He knows what he's doing as far as telling you when he's peeing or dropping a deuce in his diaper, but he just can't put it together when sitting on the potty.  Now when he sits on the potty, he sits there with this huge grin on his face and makes the sound, "pppsssssssss".  It is very hard not to laugh.

I think it might be a little easier for us to try this weekend, because we won't have Doodlebug, the chatterbox, around.  She's a great cheerleader for him, but I would imagine it's a little hard for him to concentrate when she's on the other side of the door talking non-stop, "Dude...did you pee?  Did you drop a deuce in the water, Dude?  You can do it!!  It's fun to flush!!"

All I know is that I'm ready to stop buying diapers and even more so, tired of changing them.  I hope we can get closer to that goal after this weekend.  It's not going to be pretty.

Independent Candidate?

I was driving down the road today and saw a bumper sticker that read:

Jesus '08  Please come down and get us before November 4th

If Obama wins, I don't want to hear any whinning out of the Republicans, like some Democrats did about Nader back in '00.  My friends, Jesus just might split the Republican vote and cause McCain to lose. 

Just a thought.

Moustache Mania

So, is anyone else watching Swingtown?

This is what happens when LOST is done for the season and I'm just waiting for football season, any show has a shot on the DVR. 

Maybe it's because I'm a child of the seventies.  Maybe it's because I once participated in a moustache challenge, where a group of friends and co-workers all put in money, grew a moustache, and the last one with the moustache won the pot.  Maybe it's just the way Trina Decker holds cantaloupes.  Maybe it's the allure of geeky Tupperware vixen, Janet Thompson.  Or perhaps, it's just that strip of manhood on Tom Decker's upper lip.

It's like a train-wreck, I can't stop looking to see what happens.

Crazy Around Here

Between swimming lessons and gymnastics with the children and me getting ready to put on a disc golf tournament this weekend, it's been crazy around here.

Doodlebug started a class called "Rollers" at the YMCA yesterday.  It's a riot to watch.  She was so nervous as the class was beginning, she was shaking with her hands in her mouth.  A few moments later, as she was going through a multitude of gymnastic moves, she came running over to the bleachers where we were sitting and watching.

I looked at her and asked, "What are you doing over here, the class is that way."  She said, "I know, I know...I just have to tell you something."  She then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Dad, this is really fun!", then she ran back to her place in line to go through what looked like a kid size version of an "American Gladiators" obstacle course.

Our kids are getting huge, excuse my absence as I watch them grow a bit.  I'll be around a little more after this holiday weekend and I don't have to work on my stuff.