Frogs are Boring

So yesterday was President's Day, and AOL actually gave me the day off. I decided to take Caden to see the live frog exhibit at National Geographic's Explorer's Hall, and my mom came along, too. The place was totally packed full of kids. We were about 5 minutes in, and my mom and I were admiring the fancy Vietnamese moss frogs when Caden announced that he "wan go home." Then he said it about 15 more times just so we got the point.

Boring exotic African bullfrog.

The trip was not a total bust, however. We went out to the courtyard, and miracle of miracles, there were PUDDLES! Caden had a grand time splashing in them, and even recruited some playmates to join him in National Geographic's newest toddler attraction.

Total time spent in Frog exhibit: 7 minutes

Total time spent in puddles outside: 45 minutes

Dark Confession #2

I am 35 years old and I still have a desk that looks like this:

Inspiration

Who do I want to lead the country in these explosive times, with my children in mind? I think it might be Obama.

I Love Potbelly's

Potbelly's makes the best sammiches. Period. I think it's got something to do with the spicy brown mustard they use, although the oven that they run the sammich through may hold a special secret, too.

The first time I ever went to a Potbelly's was in downtown Chicago. The line would be out the door and down half the block on an average weekday. But the thing is that they run that place like the gestapo and it's fast- You order the basic sandwich in one place, toppings after the oven, and drinks you get at the cash register. And it's all to thumping techno beat to keep everyone moving. NO SCREW UPS ARE TOLERATED. If you dare to tell the sandwich guy that you want no mayo on your wreck, you will be publicly scorned. The first time you go to that Potbelly's, you'd better go with a friend to show you the ropes. It's an institution.

They recently opened a chain out here in Ashburn, Virgina. Yesterday I was in line behind an old man who kept changing his order and ordering tomatoes from the sandwich guy, and they were sooooooooooo nice about it. In Chicago, he would have been killed immediately.

"Can I Have Some Coffee?"

This seems like such a reasonable request for someone to make at 6:00 in the morning on a Monday. Reasonable, until I tell you that the person making said request is my 22-month-old son. He is clearly his mother's offspring. And I have to say that I'm very proud of the fact that he's stringing 5 word sentences together before he's even 2, and I can't wait until the doctor asks me about his vocab development cuz I'm going to BRAG BRAG BRAG.

I just hope the doctor doesn't ask what he actually said. I mean, coffee at 22 months? I think I was at least 3 before my mom started letting me have coffee.

Dark Confession #1

On monday in my class at the gym, we were working out with body bars. Body bars are metal bars about 4 and 1/2 feet long that weigh 18 pounds. For about 10 seconds after picking it up, all I could think about was how nice it would feel to beat the crap out of someone with it.

Caden Update

As you can see, Caden is still living up to his WCBITW title, although I think that now he is "World's Cutest Boy in the World" instead of "World's Cutest Baby in the World".

His latest words are:

Samuari (Pronounced samah-RIE)

Yoga (This was on ONE page of ONE book out of the hundreds we read, and he latched onto it)

Fizzy Water (Pronounced pizzy waddah)

He's very into announcing whatever he's doing. "I'm running!", "I'm jumping!", "I'm peeing!".

Just 2 days ago he was playing on the bed as Pete and I were getting ready for work, and all of the sudden he shouted, "Daddy, watch me!". We both just died on the spot. It seemed like a big milestone for some reason. That's such a little kid thing to say. He's not a baby anymore.