I’ve posted before on how I sometimes wish my kid was that stationary little dude still.  Life was alot easier then, when I could set him down in one spot, go fix him a bottle, and come back with him pretty much where I left him.  He may have shifted a little, or fallen over, or taken a keen interest in one of his feet, but he was still within shooting distance of where I left him.  
Now, I have to stick him in his excer-saucer.  If I leave him …

Ya, I can’t wait to see what the search engines do with this post.  Some dude is going to sit down after his long day at work, Google his favorite fantasy, and wind up here.  Ah well, to each his own, but this post is about my son, you freak so if you’re looking to find what I think you’re looking for (you freak) move along please.
 
One thing my kid has always been great at is peeing on people.  It all started just after he was born, with him giving …

Yup, he’s finally reached that stage where he doesn’t want to go down for naps.  Hopefully just a phase, but this weekend, Holden just wouldn’t go down for a nap!  I’d put him in his crib (had to lower it to the bottom-most setting too!) and he’d immediately flip over and start wailing.
I let him raise his racket for a bit, knowing that he’d fall asleep eventually (especially since he was asleep before I put him in his crib)!  But eventually his wailing reached the frantic hoarse panic-mode that all …

…And I’m sure this won’t be the last. This is a tale of what parents call (or at least this parent) a “Poo-splosion”. Right now my spell-checker is going blinky trying to tell me there is no such word, when in all actuality, it just means that the dictionary was written by someone with no kids.

This certainly isn’t the first time, but it’s definitely one I’ll remember for the rest of my life, I kid you not.  And, when the Bug brings home his first date for me to …

My little (and mostly stationary) little boy has turned into a psuedo-crawling squirmy mass of teething slobber and curiosity.

I used to be able to sit him on the couch next to me, put my arm around him and watch an entire episode of Lost with him only readjusting a few times for maximum comfort. It was a pleasant way to spend a Saturday, just me and the Bug hanging out in our PJs trying to figure out just what the hell is going on with that friggin Island.
In the last …