So I don't lose my daddyblogger cred

Dear Internet:

It's been a while since I did an update on what's going on with the family. The main reason behind it is that I've been having a devil of a time with my blog-identity again (Fine. STILL.), and I try very hard to not talk about work, even though sometimes I talk about what I do and why people don't talk to me at cocktail parties*. And now, on with the family blather.

Older son is now 3.25 years old, which means he's entered the phase wherein he knows exactly how the world is and don't try to tell him otherwise (this condition clears up by age 5, right? What? It doesn't?). Thankfully the "why" phase seems to have ebbed, and we're fully into the "yesitis" phase, which though it looks like the Latin medical term for inflammation of the yes, it is really three words which loosely translated mean "daddy, you're a tootyhead". The mimicry is also in full swing; two days ago I heard, from the backseat of the van, this little gem of advice: "Daddy! Watch where you're going!". Also, when I asked him twice to get out of his pajamas and into his clothes, he exclaimed, "I'm workin' on it!". I can't wait until I hear him employ the phrase "Fill your boots!" Clearly learned behaviour includes the good, the bad, and the quirky.

Younger son is fully a year and a half, and sometimes when I'm not trying to sleep through the periodic ear-splitting crying outbursts in the middle of the night, I wonder how it is that he got to be such a big, insanely adorable boy. He's running. He's actually falling less often, which is a huge improvement and causes fewer stares from other concerned parents when we go out 'to public'. The words are coming, though sometimes not fast enough, which means the whining is also coming along nicely, thankyouverymuch. He's stretching the limits of his brother's congeniality; while the latter understands the concept of sharing, he is unfortunately not equipped to understand the fickleness and yours-is-better-than-mine-no-matter-what attitude of his little brother. And so there's hitting. And crying. And very little fighting back, which makes me love and pity the older brother to no end. It's cute and heart-rending and maddening all at the same time.

The Lovely Wife is both lovely and wifely, to this day. She probably doesn't want me to say any more about her, but it's worth mentioning that she has gone from not understanding why I blog to understanding and tolerating, to being mildly amused by what shows up online. Small victories, I say. I guess I can scratch the tag line, "Because she lets me", at least for a little while.

Fear not, Internet. I'll keep you updated on the goings on at Chez Mikestand from time to time. It's not that you don't need to know; it's that nobody needs to suffer needlessly.

Keep in touch,

- Mike



*That was a joke. I have never attended a cocktail party.

Posted bythemikestand at 2:17 PM  

4 stepped up to the mike:

Lisa said... 4:31 PM, August 01, 2007  

I have a 5 year old brother who is WHAT FIVE? Wow... I was just about to say "going through exactly the same things..." until I realized that he hasnt been 3 for two years.

I guess the adorable "kids say the darndest things" phase never ends. He cracks me up all the time! Great now I miss him!

chRistine said... 8:23 AM, August 02, 2007  

very nice letter, i considered writing you one in return, but then remembered that i travel and probably couldn't write a 'what my family is up to' letter with any real integrity.

and so, just a thank you for the update. carry on.

Steph said... 9:10 AM, August 02, 2007  

My 4 year old niece didn't get very much sleep during our "sleepover" on Monday night. On Tuesday she was extremely sure of herself and her abilities, which included: pouring milk from a jug (mop, anyone?), bartering with her mom (I'll go inside if I can sleep in your bed tonight) and telling the dog to be quiet (Prince, this is your very last warning! You won't be allowed to come to the lake if you don't be quiet!).

She also informed me, while swimming in the river, that if the water is cold, you can warm it up by peeing. Needless to say, I quickly swam away from her.

cronznet said... 1:36 PM, August 02, 2007  

Thanks for letting us know you didn't misplace the family while on vacation. My recollection of my own life (and I do have one) (life, I mean) is I knew everything until about age 30; I've known less and had more fun each succesive year since.

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