Everything Old is New Again

I am watching as my son plays with my childhood toys. We brought the Rubbermaid container of mainly Fisher-Price toys up to our new office, where my now one-year-old pulls out the A-Frame House, the Children’s Hospital and the Family School, and all of its pieces, not to mention the safari, the circus and more, and plays with them.

There are a lot of memories in those toys as my brother rediscovered during my son’s birthday party Saturday. He claims I stole those toys, robbing his daughter - and himself - of hours of enjoyment.

He is completely wrong. He got the first pick of our childhood toys and books, as he lives closer, and I got the choice of his rejects.
Bring on a new generation of Fisher-Price users.

Joys of Nudity

It seems like every time I leave our son for a few moments, he is naked.

I think it has much to do with his sister. She believes her baby brother looks best with only a diaper.

She would likely think he looks best with nothing on, but I think she has heard too many stories of being peed on and it’s not a chance she is likely willing to take.

Being naked would save money on laundry, hydro and clothing purchases. It would be awfully chilly in the winter.