I installed a new car seat today, trying to figure out how to fit 2 boosters + 1 toddler seat + 1 infant seat into a Honda Pilot. The trick is arranging them to minimize opportunities for hitting, touching, and throwing things at each other.
Since the seats were all out I thought it would be a good idea to vacuum the car before installing the new one. Here’s a picture to give an idea what the back seat was like. I’m not sure the photo does it justice. It was disgusting.
I am regularly abused by Thing 3. He likes to randomly jump on me, bop me on the head, and generally use me as his personal jungle gym. Lately, he has become very bossy with his newly emerging ability to talk.
“Daddy, sit”, “Daddy read book”, and my personal favorite “On Daddy head” which means put this on your head.
I suppose I bring this on myself because I put things on my head to entertain him.
This hard to see, grainy image is not a captured terrorist. It is me being held captive by a 2 year old so he can jump on, climb on, and torture me by hitting my head with books, toys, and various stuffed animals. And I love every minute of it.
The California Raisin Marketing Board promotes the increased use of raisins grown in California. Raisins are very popular in the SuburbanDaddy household. You may remember how Thing 3 loves to eat raisins and occasionally does some other things with them.
We tried the Five Spice Snack Mix recipe.? Continue reading California Raisins Popcorn Snack Mix
Two year olds can get into a lot of trouble. Thing 3 certainly gets into his share. Breaking, climbing, running off, throwing, hitting, screaming are all part of the daily program. But now I’ve seen how this trouble can cross over into a parent’s work life.
This week Thing 3 found my work Blackberry. Normally, it password locks the screen after a few minutes of inactivity, but he got it too fast. Still, I didn’t think there was too much trouble he could cause.
Continue reading How A Two Year Old Can Get You Fired
This sort of thing happens so often I hardly even notice it anymore. But, taken out of context, I have to think it looks different.
Thing 1: Daddy, Thing 2 peed on the floor
Me: How do you know?
Thing 1: He told me
Me: [to Thing 2] Did you pee on the floor?
Thing 2: No
Me: Did you pee on the floor?
Thing 2: Yes
Clearly he has no future as a spy and would never hold up under questioning.
Me: Where was it so we can clean it up?
Thing 2: I don’t remember
There are dozens of conversations like this every day. To me, this is completely normal.
We are in the middle of probably the biggest snowstorm I’ve ever seen. Snow was coming down last night at a rate of 3-4 inches per hour. We let the kids stay up late last night because we aren’t going anywhere for a long time, and hoped maybe they would sleep late.
Shortly after 6am this morning, Thing 1 woke up and ventured downstairs. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem because he is 6 and knows how to turn the TV on and usually waits for everyone else to wake up.
Except this morning he was excited about the snow and wanted to see how it looked outside.
So he opened the front door to look out the glass storm door. Which set off the alarm and abruptly woke everyone up. If you think waking to an alarm clock is unpleasant, imagine a high decibel, high pitched noise designed to scare burglars away.