Step 1: Do nothing. Step 2: Every time he craps in his diaper say, “If you pooped in the toilet I wouldn’t have to smell this while I clean your…
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Step 1: Do nothing. Step 2: Every time he craps in his diaper say, “If you pooped in the toilet I wouldn’t have to smell this while I clean your…
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We were watching the opening ceremony of the London Olympics with Toren and we got to the part with Rowan Atkinson (a.k.a. Mr. Bean). There is a brief dream sequence…
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Toren was counting on his fingers the other night with Debi’s help. He can get to five quite well as he has five fingers. He counted all the fingers on…
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Toren has recently started saying something that is both profound and funny. When we’ll ask him where something is, like his shoes or a missing puzzle piece, his response is…
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Toren and Debi were laying on the couch together one evening when I overheard the following conversation: Toren, reaching his hand toward Debi: “Mom, take this off.” Debi: “Take what…
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Toren’s pretty athletic, probably more so than either of us. I’m not claiming he’s destined to be a professional athlete, but some of what he does is impressive. Here he…
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We play the “dark game” (that’s Toren’s name for it; it’s basically hide and seek with flashlights) regularly. We make Toren count while one of us hides. He used to…
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Debi and Toren got a decadent dessert at TGI Friday on our way back from New Orleans. Toren was in heave – cookies and ice cream!?!
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And that’s pretty much it. I slept in a bit this morning, finished packing everything up, and drove the van in to drop it off. Here’s a Google Map of…
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I woke early in the middle of nowhere and headed out. I wanted to stop by Loch Ness just to say I had. Turns out, there isn’t a great place…
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