Our Baby Size Life!

Saint-Patrick’s day is right around the corner, but Sammy had some good ol’ Irish fun on the weekend as it was the day of the parade and new family tradition of meeting at a pub for some green beer and Irish stew!  When we’ve recovered a bit, and I sift through the photos, to get the ones I can show, you know, without any legal issues, I’ll throw ‘em up here for you.  Until then, here’s a pic of Sammy gearing up for his third St-Paddy’s day! 

That’s my little Irish Leprechaun! Until next time, if you wish it, he’s hoping you all have a wonderful St-Patrick’s day, when everyone is a little Irish, and we’re glad to have you!

Cheers folks!

Holy Cow Folks! The party just ended! I had to finally kick the grandparents out after 3 weeks… No choice, the house is falling apart.  We’re still finding people passed out under piles of Sam’s toys.  We had kids swinging from the chandelier and adults on all fours. We had two birthday cakes that absolutely demanded we eat at least one piece from each.  I found a policeman’s holster, no gun yet, and there’s a goat locked in the upstairs bathroom. There’s two strangers living in my car and something has been making funny noises from my shed.  The turkey baster has been used, but the two toilets haven’t.  There’s also the rotten smell coming from the basement and the neighbor is missing, but I am sure those two things aren’t related. I do have some good news! The mystery meat in the buffet turned out not to be my aunt’s cat as we found it in the microwave…

So all in all, it was a typical Irish 2 year-olds birthday party.

Continue here to see some pics…

Yes that’s a McCain cake pan on his head… He’d just finished scraping every little morsel out of the thing and he decided the only logical remaining course was to wear it like a hat… Which is normal for an almost-two-year-old. Right?? Hey! He was high on icing sugar at the time!!! This Saturday is Sam 2nd birthday and the gang is coming over to have some fun! Will it be a wacky and wild as this dessert session?  Either way, I bet there will be some icing everywhere, a few loose diapers and, definitely, a couple tired parents… We’ll be back soon to fill you in on all the crazy eating details!!!

We try and be the best parents we can, which means that we do some things right and other, well wrong. But Sammy boys toy management is something we do pretty good. Sam has a lot of toys and that’s not due to us buying him any… He’s got a family that spoils him something fierce.  So we’ve implemented a toy rotation system that encompasses the whole house.  The basement, living room and Sam’s bedroom are his play areas and as the toys cycle down to the basement, they are slowly moved into boxes and out of circulation.  This keeps the amount of toys available to him at a reasonable level, and ensures he’s got new things to play with every now and then.  This time we whipped out the Thomas train set my brother gave Sam. Let me tell you, every night after we pick Sam up from daycare, its “Choo-Choo?”.  Sam just can’t wait to bust through the front door and get at the train set. He doesn’t even wait for us to take his boots or winter coat off...

The Thomas toy train is battery powered that is activated by a big button on the top.  When Sam discovered this, we no longer had to play with him while prepping supper. He just loves this train. He loves breaking up the track that Dad took 20 minutes to figure out… And putting it back together again. We have to tear him away from this thing when leaving for work in the morning. He even places the Thomas engine in the tunnel and says “Dodo choo-choo”… Priceless folks.  So, I guess we owe Mike a big “thank you” for the train set!!!

This kid is one of a kind! Not even two years old and he’s helping Mom and Dad out around the house. I guess we’d better take advantage of it while we can, cause the day is coming when he’ll discover that cleaning ain’t fun.  But for now, it’s as cute as can be to see our little guy running over to help empty the dishwasher, or steal a rag off the counter to go wipe the edges of the kitchen table… All on his own, without any parental guidance. Crazy. It’s like I’m living in some kind of Bizzaro world were everything is backwards! Next up, Melissa is gonna let me sleep in on the weekends while making me her famous french toast with blueberries… Man, I hope she’s reading this Anyways, the pic below shows you to what lengths Sam will go to… He’s actually cleaning the wall behind of stove! That has got to be one of the stickiest places in the house… hehehe… minds out of the gutters people!  But seriously, check out his dedication!

Really! Giving up his Saturday morning cartoons (Bugs Bunny and Tweety) to help out his folks. Let me tell you, I was never around when cleaning was on the menu with my parents. Holy crap, I did everything but buy a plane ticket,change my name and get a hair transplant to get as far away as possible.  I would got play Chess or read instead of putting a rag in my hand.  For a young sports-playing kid like I was, doing anything involving sitting down, without a video game controller in my hands, was murder.  But I did it to get away from the cleaning. Ah memories!

I’ve actually been pretty lazy about posting on Sam’s cleaning habits, because the next pic was him passing the vacuum 6 months ago!

6 months ago, Sam was suckin' up dust bunnies.

One thing is for sure, if this blog is still around when Sam is older, I’ll be sure to let you know when our little boy stops helping out around the house. We’re taking bets if anyone is interested… He’ll start ducking out like his Dad did when he’s about 5 years old… But that’s just me.

Take care and keep cleaning!

It’s taken me a little longer than last year to write a Christmas round up, well, mainly because the post Christmas-I’m-fed-up-with-anything-Christmas feeling I get lasted a little longer than usual.  Don’t get me wrong, we had a wonderful and happy Christmas with family and friends. Things couldn’t really have gone better, but I think the Xmas burn out is due to the fact that this year was Sam’s first real Christmas.  Last year, he was like a bump on a log, sitting and watching all the merriment and traditions happen around him. He barely touched some wrapping paper. This year was a completely different story. He’s almost two, and the hyper-active, ever inquisitive little guy was fully in the Christmas spirit: which burned us out!

Continue reading here to see what Sam got himself into…

OK, OK! I’ve been a little lazy in the posting department, but I have quite a few posts lined up and ready to go that need a little more tweaking. Until those start popping up next week, I have for you here a fun little vid of Sam and I doing a little improvised ballroom dancing. Trouble is, I can’t help be the clown, so I threw myself around a little bit more than required in traditional ballroom dance, but Sam loved it and that’s all that matters.

Before playing the vid below; however, I would like to warn viewers that the auditory content of the video might not be suitable for everyone. No it’s not hardcore gangsta rap, an excerpt of an Andrew Dice Clay stand-up routine, high pitch, whiny static or even Celine Dion… It’s me “singing” off key. So watch at your own risk as I guarantee that whatever discomfort you endure at my hands will surely disappear the moment you hear Sam’s reaction to my clowning around.

What can I say folks, being a Daddy to a giggle-pus of a kid has made me even goofier than before! Wow. Goofier than before.  What’s really cool is that even Melissa is getting on the goofy band wagon, so I’ll be sure to put some mildly embarrassing video of her doing something foolish up on the blog soon. MUHAHAHAHAHA!

Enjoy!

Hey everybody! No the blog is most definitely not dead! Yes everyone is doing just great! We were just away from our online lives a little bit for the holidays! And now that those depressing, dark and long January days are now here, it’s time to shut out the real world once again, and delve back into our digital persona’s to help make us forget the cold outside.

Since I didn’t do this before the holidays, Melissa, Sam and I hope you all had the best of holidays! We can, however, still wish you all a very happy, healthy, successful, sexy and rich New-Year!!!! You can re-arrange those characteristics in the order of  your preference

So, check back in soon, for some Holiday Hijinx as I am waiting on my bro to get me the pictures he took over the holidays! Come on brotha!!!

Until then, here’s a family pic we took in our pyjamas one night in front of the tree. Ahhh, cozy winter nights, snuggled with my loves! Nothin’ beats it folks! Nothin’ I tells ya!!!

Yes, yes I purposely misspelled the title of this post, but I did it so I could make a point! And that is to convey how I felt after tugging my little stay-puff marshmallow baby through the snow on his sleigh for close to twenty minutes the other night. Made me realize how out of shape I am.

Dammit!

I hate crashing back down to earth like that! I though I was doing pretty good, but I guess I was only fooling myself as exercise never lies.  And next up on the menu is all that delicious holiday eating. It’s not looking good folks! I may yet get a belly extension for Christmas!

Sammy tucked in and Mom cuddling in for a pre ride pic.

Watch your bellies folks and get out into the snow!!!

Every parent does it. I am sure of it. It’s a weird situation, because people with no children see other parents do it and say:

“Poor kid, I’d never do that… It’s kind of tacky!”

Then, those same people have a kid and then a holiday rolls around and BAM! They buy the kid theme pyjamas.

Guilty as charged!

Continue reading here to check them pyjamas out!