Big Boy Bed

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We finally converted Trent’s crib into a day bed. The result? On his first night with the Big Boy Bed, he slept in Troy’s bed.

Troy and Trent sharing Troy's bed on the first night that we converted Trent's crib to a day bed

Incline Village

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We just got back from six days in Incline Village, NV, and it was GORGEOUS.  We spent time at the beach during the day, and then BBQ’d and drank beer at night.  It was just what I needed to relax and unwind.  I can’t wait to go back.

Braden and Troy playing at Burnt Cedar

Braden and Troy playing at Burnt Cedar

So polite

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We’re potty training Troy right now.  While he’s doing a great job with #1, he still needs a little work with #2, but that is neither here nor there.

The really funny thing about watching him go is when he’s all finished and he flushes the toilet.  He gives the swirling water an earnest wave and yells, “Bye-bye, pee-pees, have a good day!  Bye!”

Maybe he’s into that whole karma thing, and he’s trying to stave off future problems with his urinary tract?  Either way, it’s hilarious, and we heartily encourage it.

Mr. Pedantic

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Troy and I were in my truck, driving to Nana and Papa’s house.  We had just exited I-5 to get onto Road 102, and we were sitting at a red light.  We had the following exchange:

Troy: What are you doing, Daddy?

Me: Just driving!

Troy: No you’re not; you’re waiting for the light to turn green!

Why, you little…  I guess that’ll teach me to give a non-specific answer to a 2 year-old.

Kids these days.  Sheesh!

The truth hurts

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I am that neighbor.  Days after the garbage man has come by and emptied our Toters, mine are still sitting out on the street.  Even though 99% of the people in our neighborhood have put theirs away, and even though I park no more than 10 feet away from my Toters when they’re on the street, I just can’t bring myself to put them away in a timely fashion.  Sometimes, the wind will knock one of them over, and I still can’t be bothered to do anything about it.
Of course, under normal circumstances, I would never admit this to you, but someone has exposed my neighborhood douchebaggery to the world, so I figured I had better come clean:
I hate you, Google Maps Street view.

I am that neighbor.  Days after the garbage man has come by and emptied our Toters, mine are still sitting out on the street.  Even though 99% of the people in our neighborhood have put theirs away, and even though I park no more than 10 feet away from my Toters when they’re on the street, I just can’t bring myself to put them away in a timely fashion.  Sometimes, the wind will knock one of them over, and I still can’t be bothered to do anything about it.

Of course, under normal circumstances, I would never admit this to you, but someone has exposed my neighborhood douchebaggery to the world, so I figured I had better come clean:

I hate you, Google Maps Street view.