Friday, May 21, 2010

Bath Time Party

Casey and his cousin JJ like to have parties in the bathtub. It seems like this is the highlight of their times together at their grandmothers house. They end the night with a bathtub playdate.
One tried to climb into the tub, the other peed on the mat!

Casey is all smiles!

Friday, May 14, 2010

Bath Time!

Bath time for Casey. Note the safety mat, the tub toys, the waterproof basketball hoop... and the smeared pile toward the right of the photograph.
Yeah, I mean that smeared pile.. Its exactly what you think it is.. In an unguarded instant, Casey squated and dropped a deuce in the bathtub! Then he stepped in it, hence the smear... Then, (unpictured) he grabbed a handful...

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to my Mommy!

Happy Mother's Day to Casey's Mommy!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Favorite Spot

The other evening, we took a walk to Casey's favorite spot. Its a tree overlooking a pond. He sits up in the branches and it affords him a great view of the water in the pond, the waterfall and the traffic circle. He alternates his attention between nature (the reflections in the pond water and the soothing sounds of the waterfall) and urban hustle-bustle of vehicles driving in the traffic circle. When we rock the tree, it gives Casey's branch a gentle sway which he loves!

We had planned to give him a ride to the 'spot' in a stroller, however, once he saw the empty stroller, he decided that HE was going to push it.
Casey's favorite spot!

Intently focused on the waterfall.

It appears the little Casey has a habit of sticking out his tongue at cameras. Maybe someday he is graduate into mooning cameras instead...

Saturday, May 8, 2010

5 Alarm Fire

This morning, Casey and Daddy took an early morning trip to get bagels. When we arrived at the bagel store, I grabbed Casey out of the car seat, and carried him in. While standing in line, my forearm felt kinda wet. Here's what went thru my mind... Maybe Casey spilled some water from his bottle. Umm, nope, Casey didnt have his water bottle. Maybe Casey is teething, and slobbering/ drooling a lot... Looking at Casey's face and the front of his pajamas, nope, that aint it. Aww damn, about the only options left are #1 or #2, neither of which is good. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it now, I'll get him home and deal with it.
So, I ordered our bagels and carried him back out to the car. Put him in the car seat, and looked down at the front of my shirt.. A wet, brownish streak.. Well, that answers that... It was definitely #2.
We get home and I change his diaper. (Even though the bagels are WARM, and smelling oh so good) I do my fatherly duty and change the diaper first... I unwrap the package and see what awaits... Oh my.. So I get a wet wipee and wipe. and another, and another... 7 total! Thats a new record for us.
But I figured something out. Instead of complicated formulas, we can describe the amount of damage by the number of wipees used. This was a 7 wipee toxic spill. Kinda like the fire department describing the severity of a blazes with the 3-4-5 alarm rating.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Diaper Changes

I am going to share a few things I have recently learned while changing my son's diaper...
#1- Babies dont digest corn either. Color, consistency, size... nothing changes from the time it goes in the mouth til it comes out. Its exactly the same!
#2- There must be a correlation between size of baby and size of 'stuff in diaper'. I changed the fullest diaper I have ever seen. It doesnt happen every time, but the size of his best efforts is getting bigger. I wonder if I could come up with a formula to correlate baby size to 'stuff in diaper' size. It might look something like this: V = A(1.6W+2.1F)/4
For you non-engineers out there, you would take 1.6 times the baby's weight in pounds and add 2.1 times the amount of food intake (in ounces) within the last 24 hours... Multiply that result by the baby's age in months... Then divide that by 4.. Voila, you now would have the amount of 'stuff in diaper' in the units of inches cubed. Keep in mind that at this point, this formula is completely hypothetical, and not backed by test data.
If anyone wants to help refine the formula, let me know...

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Hair Salon

There is a saying, "That's so LA". You know, wearing sunglasses indoors, colored contact lenses, tiny dog in your lap as you drive, trendy nightclubs who pick and choose who they let in based on looks (and money). Granted, you probably see this stuff everywhere, but it seems to be more concentrated in the LA area. So, we thought we'd start Casey out young. One of the first steps to becoming "so LA" is a visit to the hair salon... Yup that's right, Casey went to see a professional stylist, in a hair salon. And no, he didn't get his hair frosted... There are limits to this madness, even in LA.

Someone, (undoubtedly a parent who had a squirmy kid who hated haircuts), came up with a brilliant business idea. Open a haircutting store aimed at kids. Hire a bunch of super patient, kid loving hair cutters, (check their names against Megan's Law databases), build a little play area, stuff it with kids toys, outfit each cutting station with video game consoles, and voila, you got a niche market.

So we could avoid more photos like this one (taken during this first haircut, courtesy of Mom and Dad), we thought we would try the professional salon route. When we got there, one kid was screaming his head off. Mom and grandpa where physically restraining the kid while he was going ape&^%%. I could only imagine what this sort of scene does for marketing. The scene reminded me of pulling up to a mental hospital... The brochure shows tranquil, well manicured lawns, and a nice comfortable, inviting lobby. Then you set foot in the place, and there is a mental patient fully restrained in a strait jacket, screaming his head off. With this as a first impression, would you willingly leave your loved one here to be housed?

This other kid was screaming and thrashing about, and none of it fazed Casey. He walked straight in there and starting playing with the toys, until his name was called.

Long haired kid in play area.

The squeeze bottle kept him distracted... for a little while.
Hey, thats me in the mirror! What's happened to my hair?
All done! Short haired kid back in the playroom.