Little Dude has been talking up a storm lately.
Smiles + giggles + laughing = talking.
As amazing as it is to watch these skills develop, it is equally funny. He’s trying so hard to make new noises.
Little Dude has been talking up a storm lately.
Smiles + giggles + laughing = talking.
As amazing as it is to watch these skills develop, it is equally funny. He’s trying so hard to make new noises.
I’m generally a “we don’t need know stinkin’ straps” kind of guy. What can I say?…I like to fly by the seat of my pants.
“That’s Right Ice…Man; I am dangerous.”
Luckily, Mrs. Dude likes to enforce the rules.
Eyes off him for a minute, and I turn around to see him watching The Wiggles upside down. (Am I the only one that finds those men a bit creepy?) I guess we’ve reached the wiggle-worm stage.
Lesson learned, straps are a must.
The development just keeps on rollin’. Kid won’t stop growing.
Sweet potatoes and bananas so far, but we have all sorts of goodies on the ready.
Cliché? Definitely. Even at five months the thought crosses your mind: “They grow too fast.” As much as I look forward to the next stage, I already miss where we just came from.
I guess it’s the now that matters most anyway.
PS – As you read the title of the post, I’d like to suggest that you have Weird Al singing in your head.
“Have some more yogurt. Have some more spam. It doesn’t matter if it’s fresh or if it’s canned.” Lyrical genius.
The Dude has been on hiatus. A fantastic voyage to San Antonio, TX this week set the posting back a bit. Time to catchup. Little Dude developments, the end of Princess’ soccer season, Halloween, a new Dude Knows Best installment, “Princess Pixels”…lots in store to makeup for the time off.
The journey was actually a business trip full of, well, business. While San Antonio is a nice city, given the workload and lack of free time, I wouldn’t really qualify the trip as a fantastic voyage , but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to reference Coolio. (Although I did ride a mechanical bull…including a cowboy hat, sit on a 2k pound bull named Oreo, and visit the Alamo!…sort of fantastic, I guess.)
While I was off gallivanting around the Lone Star state, Mrs. Dude was left on her own for four days to hold down Casa de Dude, manage the dogs, and regulate the rug-rats. Quite the task. Thanks Mrs. Dude. I’m happy to report that everyone survived in one piece.
However, while I may have been on hiatus, Little Dude was not. Gone for four days, and L.D. decides to start feeding himself?! Really Little Dude? You’re going to go and grow up while I’m not here to watch it?! You need to slow your roll. Daddy needs to see this kind of stuff in person.
As much as I can’t wait for him to be older so we can do all sorts of Dude/Little Dude stuff, it’s tough to see this little guy getting so big so quick. I guess life is full of great paradoxes.
Keep on keepin’ on Little Dude.
30 seconds! Of Spinning! And I missed 20 seconds before this.
When was the last time you spun yourself in circles for 30 seconds? Right, not since you were five.
Kids are down with the purest forms of fun.
PS – Two references to Ratt in less than a week?! Strange.
The Dude will freely admit being a fan of some 80’s hair metal. Motley Crue’s Home Sweet Home?…classic! However, I can honestly say that I’ve never owned any Ratt albums. Ok, I did have a Ratt pin for my jean jacket in 3rd grade, but that was only because it was a sweet 80’s guitar, and it provided the perfect compliment for the Def Leppard patch on the back.
But spinning and Round and Round just seemed to be a natural fit. Plus all of my loyal readers who double as metal-heads loved their daily dose of hair last week, so why not an encore?
In a previous post I mentioned that a rainy Sunday can be a blessing. It’s safe to say a Sunday with bright sun, blue skies, no wind, and 75 degree temps is a blessing too.
Thanks Mama Nature. The perfect weather to head outside for some time soaking up fall…tree hugging weather. No actual trees were hugged, but we did consider it.
Mrs. Dude: “Where’s your lunch box?”
Princess: “I have no idea.”
Mrs. Dude: “Think.”
Without any thought. The Princess: “Oh yeah, it’s at school.”
Adding too much information. The Princess: “I only ate half.”
Mrs. Dude: The stink-eye, without uttering a sound.
The Princess: “Just kidding…I’ll eat the other half tomorrow…?”
Mrs. Dude: “Not now. It’s old.”
The Princess: “I know.”
Huh?
Kid logic is great. Just talking in circles.
Let me see if I have this right.
So, you couldn’t remember where your lunch box was, but without any thought you remembered it was at school. You then proceeded to say that you only ate half…which Mom didn’t ask. But come to find out you’re joking. Joking about not knowing where the lunch box was? Joking about only eating half? Never mind, you say you’ll eat it tomorrow….but you also know you won’t eat it tomorrow because it’s old.
I think I deciphered that correctly.
These conversations make the Dude’s head spin round and round.
PS – Please notice how the pony’s hair is carefully braided. We can’t have an MLP leaving the house with messy hair.
Double PS – I was going to try to fit Ratt’s classic hit Round and Round into this post, but I got lazy trying to work it in. However, for all of my loyal readers that love 80’s Hair Metal, I felt it was my duty to stuff it into a “Double PS.” All the metal-heads, break out your rock horns, here’s a link to your daily dose of hair: Ratt – Round and Round.
Consumption comes in many forms.
The list of consumable items is almost endless. Liquids we swallow, foods we eat, time spent, energy used, etc.
Kids require parents to increase our rate of consumption to keep up with their needs. We are now consuming for an additional being. A being too defenseless to consume on their own.
While I thought I was prepared for this increase in consumption, I was not prepared for all aspects of consumption. I grew accustom to the idea that Little Dude would require us to improve our support of this capitalist society through ridiculous purchases. But it never really dawned on me that our space would be consumed quite like this.
Six baby “relaxing stations” in a 20 x 20 area!
Casa de Dude is pretty much a baby spa these days.
Mrs. Dude is coming around. She hasn’t embraced the captain’s hat yet, but she’s starting to dig the minivan.
However, she felt the yacht needed a bit more street cred. So she made a small addition to the tailgate. Naturally I’m referring to a small machine gun sticker. (I have no idea where she finds things like this.)
Now when minivan haters pull up behind us and see the captain’s hat in the rear view mirror and the machine gun, they’ll know they are dealing with some hardcore minivaners.
Boom. Instant street cred.