ABC's by Atticus

Park Action

Boys @ The Park

Nosey Neighbors

8 Months

See, I told you it goes fast. 8 months and counting. The boy is growing like a weed.

For Kim

Kim was concerned that a day in a chicken costume might scar a young boy. Nonsense. A little imagination never hurt anyone.


Nobody here but us chickens.

Nana Pop-Ins

Nana came for a visit this past weekend. It was great having her here. I actually slept past 6:30- it was like a dream. Thanks Mom

Babysitter in a Box

Thank you television.

You have graced our home with periods of quiet and moments of freedom that no other avenue has alloted us. You have taught our boys things that would require time and effort from us. You encourage them to think for themselves, read books and respect others. They know how to turn you on and off, change your channels, pause your tivo (thank you to tivo also), and hook videogames into you. They love you.

I miss you television.
xoxo

Atticus the Philosopher

I'm beginning to think that Atticus knows something I don't. He has been dropping bits of knowledge around here faster than the Raiders can drop passes.

Here are but a few of the gems I've heard this week:

-Daddy, you're a genius! (said as he walked behind me, apparently amazed at how I stacked more grocery bags than advisable into my arms so as not to necessitate a second trip to the car)

-I wish I was a Cowboy (said out of the blue while riding in the car, I asked him why, and he replied)so I can say yippie-ky-yay, like the song.

-I want a corn on the cob with two sticks, so I can eat it like this (shows how he would eat corn), and a corn dog with just one stick, because I only need to hold it with one hand. And no sticks in my lemonade. (his order to waiter at dinner tonight)

-I need someone's help (talking to me and Anthony as he came out of the computer room). My game is messing up. (what's it doing we asked, to which he replied) It's freaking me out.

-If you need help just let me know. That's my job.(to Tricia when she needed light to see the laptop screen)

-My dream is to eat pizza...and play games...and ride rides...at Disneyland. And don't forget about winning tickets. (when asked what he might dream about)

-I want my own milk, yours has germs in it already. (to Tricia when she tried to convince him to dip his oreo in her glass)

-Babies sing their own song, don't you know that Daddy? (when I asked him if Zane's "singing" was the same song that he was making up in the car)

-(whenever he pretends to be something or somebody else and you ask him if he is that person or thing he gets very serious)No, it's me. Atticus.

The Science of Sleeping & Bouncing

The Last 3 Days in Photos

I'm not sure if Atticus is a Ninja or an oak tree, but he's having fun.

We tend to hide in the dark whenever the Steelers lose.


Yep, that's the dog's toy.

Loch Ness? Bigfoot? Everyday stuff. Zane asleep in his crib? Had to take a picture.

Somebody & Somebody Else (I feel like Family Circus) found some ice cream.

Filling Up the Bandwagon

Anthony came over to join me and Atticus in cheering on the Steelers. Everything was going swimmingly until Pittsburgh self-destructed.

Now they are 1-2. They have a bye next week. The season starts fresh then. It better.

Things Boys Do While Waiting For Momma

Standing Room Only

Atticus & The Great Pumpkin

Atticus was a good boy, as usual, in Target the other day so he got a treat. Two treats actually.

The one that isn't important to this story was a scoop of ice cream at 31 Flavors, although this one was more like 8 Flavors. He chose some brightly colored play-dough looking stuff. I asked him what it tasted like, and he replied, "Colors."

The treat that is the basis of this post was a Mr. Potato Head Pirate kit for pumpkins. We thought that there was a toy pumpkin, ala the potato, in the box. There wasn't. It required a real pumpkin. It was late and we were in for the night, so I promised him that I would get a pumpkin on my way home from work the next day. I did.

I placed the pumpkin in the flower bed, yes I have a flower bed, so what? I then had Atticus find the newly grown pumpkin. He did, and we "picked" it and took it inside and the rest as they say is history.

Just Another Morning

Is it wrong that I let Zane sleep standing upright in his bouncer? It's not that I get any sort of satisfaction from it, other than the bliss of 20 minutes of quiet. It's just that the kid won't sleep and I figure a power nap standing up is better than no nap at all. Hell, I'd take it.

We have a routine that starts shortly after 6am (every other day, we rotate our getting up in the night and sleeping-in shifts) where I spend about 40 minutes trying to convince him that he should go back to sleep. Then I give up and let him play on the floor with various toys, dogs, and empty beer bottles from the night before. At some point he eats. At some point he poops.

About the time that I decide I can no longer put off my morning coffee (I wait in hopes he might actually heed my pleas and return to bed) I put him in the bouncer and declare myself awake for the day. He usually goes to sleep shortly after that.

He'll bounce and laugh and I'll be reading blogs and the various sport sites when I'll notice that he has done it again. That is where the dilemma kicks in. He needs to sleep. It is obvious to all but him. Common sense would suggest that I take his little sleeping body and put him back in his crib. Common sense does not know Zane very well. If he is so much as touched while sleeping in his bouncer (or carseat for that matter) he is up and at it. No holds barred. He does not like to be disturbed.

Which brings me back to my original question. Is it wrong to let him sleep there? Probably, but I'm okay with it. And I'm awake.

I felt guilty after writing this and actually managed to successfully pull "the switch" and take him from bouncer to crib sans incident. It happens. Sometimes.

7 Months

Today Zane turns 7 months. It seems like just yesterday he was turning 6 months. The day before that it was 5.

Time has a funny way of running away from you like that. Other times it stands still. I spend 8 hours a day pouring drinks and it feels like sixteen, then I wake up in the morning to find my son is another month older. I have a cup of coffee and he's older still.

Time has a funny way of running away from you, hope you're up for the race. I know I am.

A Fun Afternoon & The Bath That Followed

The Many Moods of Poop

According to Atticus there is a new mood ring in town. Unlike the rings of days gone by, this new monitor of feeling is kept not on your finger (hopefully), but rather in a bowl of water. Black, white, brown, green and yellow, these are the hues that radiate our temperament, and thanks to the sun (so I'm told) they can fade and blend amongst themselves. The downside of course, is that regardless of the shade, your mood is pretty much guaranteed to be crappy. I just didn't have the heart to explain that one.

A Song to Dance to

Out for a drive on a windy day, Atticus asked me to turn down the music so that he could sing me a song. With apologies to 50 Cent I obliged. This was the song that Atticus sang:

the sky dances, the trees dance, the leaves and the bushes dance
the car dances, trucks, vans and planes
everything dances
houses and horses dance,
everything dances...
except the dirt and mailboxes

I asked, "they don't dance?", and he thought a moment then continued:

the dirt and the mailboxes, they do dance
the gates dance too
everything dances
Daddy dances and Atticus dances
we all are dancing,
except Zane. Zane can't dance.

Other than having Zane and me confused, he was right. It was a windy day, and everything danced.