Brady’s first black eye, from yesterday, when he fell out of a ride-on plastic boat at daycare. It’s actually a bit worse than it looks – you can’t see how swollen his eye is from this angle, and he fell onto carpeting that left him with rugburn on the side of his face that’s more painful than the bruise is. That said, he had bigger problems yesterday. Everyone in the family is fighting a throat/chest cold and he’s got it worst, with a raspy cough that’s driving him nuts. Plus he got a terrible diaper rash yesterday. When he first got home he had a full on meltdown which took a good bit of mom-time to sort out. At one point Susan had Laura screaming for dinner on one side and naked Brady screaming for comfort on the other side. Family drama ftw!
Here’s how we celebrate asking to use the potty before an accident happens in the Hamilton household.
That’s right, Meatcake!!!:
That was made by my lovely wife and was the best birthday present ever. Truth be told I’ve been teasing her about this for years – this year she did it
She also got my recumbent bike fixed, which was equally awesome. I just need to find a kid’s bike seat for it now so I can ride into work with Brady. I’m pretty sure he’ll love it.
My Mother-in-Law also got me some delicious chocolate and, more importantly, ‘Booger Card!’ which has a picture of a little tot picking his nose. It’s Brady’s new favorite thing, and we can’t go a half hour without him asking ‘Where’s the booger card, Dad?’
Pretty exciting stuff for a parent – on Superbowl Sunday my son Brady pooped in his potty for the first time, after epic patience from my wife, who sat with him for probably an hour in total Sunday coaxing him. I took him to Atkins Farm for a special cupcake as a reward. He was pretty proud of himself, as were we. Let the record show he was just about exactly 25 months old when he did this.
Check out the shit-eating grin on young mr. destructo here:
who managed to knock over the Christmas tree this morning, less than 24 hours after we finally decorated it. The lesson here is, convert to Judaism before you have a toddler, or keep them chained to a tree or something *
* note that it’s possible I know nothing about parenting
Ok so this is pretty much perfect:
Brady and me on the couch this morning, caught in the act of communing with our machines by Susan.
Susan had her weekly midwifes’ appointment Monday and they told her if the baby didn’t arrive by Monday night we should head to the hospital. That’s where we are now. Susan’s water has just been manually broken and we’re onto the home stretch. I’ll post again once the baby is born.