Without Getting Specific

Milo said a bad word today at school.

When Irene told me about it we decided to tell Milo that if he did that again we were going to have to take away his Eminem cd's.

In no uncertain terms

This month we bought our very first piece of property: a condo about 2 miles down the road. There's a lease-back, so we haven't moved in yet. This information has proved to be confusing to both the kids.

On Friday, we needed to drop by the new place and get some mail. In the car, we attempted to vow the kids to acting really good.

Daddy: Milo, can you say you're going to be really good?

Milo: I'm going to be really good!

Daddy: Joey, can you say you're going to be really good?

*pause*

Joey: NO!

(For the record, they were really pretty good!)

Happy Egg Hunt

At school we had the yearly Egg Hunt on Friday. The numbers worked out so each child got ten eggs.

Saturday brought another hunt at the apartment complex. Joey got two eggs and Milo got four. Go team!

Instead of loading up a basket and weaning the kids off sugar, we're using Egg Hunt candy as "motivational tools" with the kids. It seems to be working, but they're totally confused where all this cool candy came from. Maybe we need to work on a good Easter Bunny story for next year. Or, maybe we should just continue eating the candy they "can't," and call it a day.

JC & the Sunshine Band

Joey's new favorite song is "Shake Your Booty" by KC and the Sunshine Band. Before you smirk, please make note of the fact that Milo's favorite album is the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack....

Joey Costanza

Joey's been having a tough time with the old potty training as of late. Some of the challenges we have endured include him changing his mind on which bathroom he wants to use multiple times during each attempt and insisting on various stages of dress.

Being two years old also means that he's developing his independence and therefore wants to do everything himself and in his own way. (I wonder from which parent he gets this trait.)

During a trip to the potty this morning Joey decided he wanted to remove his shirt. The important thing here is that you have to visualize Joey trying to pull his shirt directly over his head by the collar. This is probably the harder way to take off a t-shirt... especially when you the have short, stubby little arms of a two year-old.

After struggling with this process for a few minutes I offered to help him. "No I do it!" was his response.

In a second attempt to remove the shirt, Joey tried a new strategy. He got to a point where he had placed each arm through the neck of the shirt and was stuck wearing it more like a skirt. After analyzing his predicament and looked up at his old man and said "Help?"

Sorry Milo...

I think your Spiderman denim pant's crime fighting days are over.

Growing up a bit

So Joey's on the path leading out of being two years old. He's semi-successful at going on the potty, he can sing his ABCs, and he's starting to refer to himself as just "Joey," and not "Joey Milo."

After watching Mark lift Milo up and down on a pogo stick this week, Joey proclaimed, "Joey wanna go boing-boing!"

So they tried. Boinging is harder than it looks!