Happy "Belated" Birthday, Dad

Or, as George has called him a couple of times recently...Bob. More on that later.

Tonight we celebrated dad's birthday a few days late. Poor daddy wasn't actually here on the big day, so we postponed the "party." We went for some dinner and then came home for cake. George was very into the cake. He managed to get his fingers in it a few times before we did the singing and candles. Yes, I'll admit...those are tea lights on the cake. Around here, we call that improvising. It wasn't until we were ready to do candles that I realized we were out. We always have spare birthday candles it seems, but not tonight. Since it's snowing, dad came up with this alternative rather than have me go get some. Anyway, George LOVES cake and I think he's ready for his 2nd birthday. He practiced blowing out the candles a few times after dad already had them out.

Oh, and the name thing. One night last week when I was bathing George and trying to get dad's attention because I needed some assistance, I yelled out..."Daddy!" He did not hear and did not come. So, I tried again..."Daddy!" Still nothing. So, I tried, "Bob!" He heard, and came. I asked dad to bring us an extra towel and as soon as he stepped away from the door, George yelled out..."BOB! BOB! BOB!" I wish you could have seen the look on his face when daddy stuck his face right back into the bathroom and said..."You call me daddy, not Bob!" George giggled and yelled Bob some more.

Fearless

I think that with 5 stitches under his belt, George may be more fearless than ever before. I truly believe that he thinks he can jump furniture in a single bound, run at the speed of light and perhaps even fly. Where does he get this? It couldn't be me. I've always been overly cautious. Perhaps it comes from dad? I've heard some stories about some pretty wild things he tried as a kid. But, no, I still don't think Bob was this bad. George even makes his teachers nervous...and they have had dozens of wild kids.

Then I saw this. I know which side the "invincibility" gene is on now. I guess I just didn't get it.


We're going to have to have a talk with Uncle Jim when he gets home. He shouldn't scare his mommy like that. She'll lock you up until you turn...40?

All Boy

Yep, there's nothing else to say but he's all boy. I had to pick George up about 30 minutes after I got to work today. Got a call from school, George had fallen. Apparently he was not all that upset...but they thought I should look at it due to the proximity to the eye. I never really felt much panic. I think I'm used to all the bumps, bruises and cuts now. And George, well, it doesn't get to him either. He took a bad fall on the playground this past weekend and I just watched a little cautiously while the mother next to me let out a huge gasp. George got up and ran off laughing. She just turned to me and said..."tough kid!" That is often a blessing, but sometimes a curse because it's hard to tell from his reaction if something is really bad.

Well, it was pretty easy for me to see, this one was a bit worse. The bleeding didn't want to completely stop and it was just too close to his eye for my comfort level. We called the doctor and he sent us to the ER. George got about 5 stitches. Wow, that was a lot of screaming. I still don't think it hurt....he was just absolutely MAD. I think he's going to have quite a shiner. He looks like a boxer...ha ha. Anyway, this is not a great picture but he was pretty wound up when we got home. I managed to get him to hold still with the lure of a couple of goldfish and got this picture with the cell phone.