Happy Halloween, 2014

Has it been another year already?  Judging by the “sexy pizza” costumes I’m seeing advertised, it must have been.

Have fun tonight folks, and feel free to wear whatever costume you want; if you don’t want to wear a “sexy” costume, remember that you don’t have to.   Wear what you want to wear,  and if what you really want to wear is a “sexy pizza” costume, well . . . that’s just strange.

But it’s your Halloween costume, so wear whatever you want to wear, just wear it proudly.

Happy Halloween everyone, and, as always, be careful out there tonight.  This candle’s for you.

Next Time, Please Try Saying Something

Jokes aside, I really have scaled back my caffeine intake, and so far I’ve been sticking to it.  In part because it’s just a good idea for me, but mostly because once I told people I was cutting back on my coffee, everyone . . . and I mean everyone I told this to responded with some variation of, “Yeah . . . I’ve been a little worried about how much coffee you’ve been drinking lately, but I didn’t want to say anything . . .”

 

No More Morning Coffee For Me

I meant what I said yesterday about still laughing at the days when I didn’t drink coffee “every day.”

But what I didn’t mention was that long before I stopped laughing, I decided I should start scaling back on my coffee drinking, and that’s what I did.  All in all, it’s going pretty well.  The afternoons are still a little rough, but I still manage to get out of bed eventually . . .

First Cake, Now Coffee

The other day, while browsing the Candles & Curses archives, I came across this entry (made before the birth of my son) about how I had learned to drink coffee, but didn’t drink it every day, or even every week.

I’m still laughing at that.

Because A Big Slice To Me Is LITERALLY “Taking The Cake”

“Do you want a big slice of cake?” Lala asked, forming a modest sized triangle with her hands, “or a small slice of cake?” she continued, this time pressing the fingers of her hands together into a line.

“I want a small slice of cake,” I replied, forming a modest sized triangle with my hands.

Screening Our Time

There’s nothing like seeing your faults start to manifest in your child.

Now if you’ll excuse me, both me and my son have spent too much time on the computer this week . . .

Alien Concepts

As should be obvious from my previous entries for this week, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my son lately.  But this should be in no way be construed as implying that he hasn’t been spending a lot of time with his mother as well.  Case in point:

L’s Mother and her family are devoted Star Wars fans, so it was no surprise to me when she introduced the term “droid” into our son’s vocabulary.  Even so, I was completely unprepared from him to point to his mother’s computer monitor today and declare, “That’s a Twi’lek, she has tails on her head.”  That’s the second time this week you’ve caught me off guard like that, son.

Clearly I need to start stepping up my game.

Yep, It’s Another One Of THOSE Days

Quick piece of advice for all prospective parents out there:

Invest in a comfortable set of ear plugs.

Trust me.

That’s Fair

Having been warned in advance how imitative children are, it’d be fair to think that I’d have been better prepared for this day, son.

But I wasn’t.

“Do you want to play?” I asked you today.

“Give me just a moment to wrap up what I’m doing,” you replied.

Anger Management

Son . . . I know you’re too young to get this yet, but as soon as you can, please take a page from your Uncle Andrew’s advice book, and realize that if you push the matter . . . any matter . . . to the point where the parent/caretaker/teacher/etc. becomes angry, one way or the other, you have already lost, usually in the worst way possible for you.

(There are other pages in that book that I’d rather you not read right now, but I’ll have this one framed for you, if you like.)