(Photos taken 2017-04-18.)
Matthew was nicknamed "Peanut" by his mother shortly after birth. How shortly, we're not really sure anymore; within the first few sleep-deprived days is all we remember. Matthew never did go through that period of sleeping all the time that baby books tell you newborns are supposed to have. Since his first abnormally alert days he's just become more and more active, and at some point his uncle Grant conferred upon him the moniker Savage.
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
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Wednesday, November 30, 2016
One last poop story
One of the earliest stories on the Savage Peanut detailed how I stepped in Matthew's poop during an unfortunate potty training incident.
Twelve years later, I close out my potty training career by stepping in Tommy's poop.
It started when Tommy came down from his bedroom. (Again. Half an hour after bedtime.)
"I peed my diaper."
I sighed. I think he's getting lazy and using his diaper at night when really he could make it to the bathroom if he bothered. I have him pee into the toilet to get him good and drained and get another diaper.
But he decided he had more business first. "I go caca." And he climbed on the toilet to do a two.
I sat back down outside the bathroom to read. Soon enough his Majesty called for the lord of the stool. "I ready wipe!"
I wiped the royal butt. "Watch out, Dad!" he warned me. "Watch out!"
"Watch out for what?" I wondered. Then I looked down. My foot was in a pile of poo that he dropped before he quite made it onto the throne.
Fortunately at some point during the last twelve years they invented clorox wipes. I scrubbed both my foot and the floor, then I re-diapered Tommy and sent him back to bed one last time.
Twelve years later, I close out my potty training career by stepping in Tommy's poop.
It started when Tommy came down from his bedroom. (Again. Half an hour after bedtime.)
"I peed my diaper."
I sighed. I think he's getting lazy and using his diaper at night when really he could make it to the bathroom if he bothered. I have him pee into the toilet to get him good and drained and get another diaper.
But he decided he had more business first. "I go caca." And he climbed on the toilet to do a two.
I sat back down outside the bathroom to read. Soon enough his Majesty called for the lord of the stool. "I ready wipe!"
I wiped the royal butt. "Watch out, Dad!" he warned me. "Watch out!"
"Watch out for what?" I wondered. Then I looked down. My foot was in a pile of poo that he dropped before he quite made it onto the throne.
Fortunately at some point during the last twelve years they invented clorox wipes. I scrubbed both my foot and the floor, then I re-diapered Tommy and sent him back to bed one last time.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
The limits of art
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Sunday, August 07, 2016
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Monday, July 04, 2016
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Saturday, June 18, 2016
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