So Cold It's Like the Hoth System*

OMG!! It is sooo cold here in the great city of Dayton. The high today was six. You know it's cold when you can give the temperature by using only your fingers (and this is even in Fahrenheit!) Anyways, you probably noticed my little acronym to start this post. For those of you that don't know, OMG is short for 'oh my God.' When texting (which, from what I understand, is quite popular with the young people, the kids, the little teeny-boppers), one uses an array of acronyms so you can say the same thing with fewer keystrokes. Since Bode is going to be a teenager some day, I thought it best to educate myself on the ins and outs of texting--I certainly don't want to have him speaking/texting in code behind my back--, so each week, I'm trying to learn one or two text-words. Some people learn Spanish, I choose to learn teen-speak...

I expect everyone to be in their favorite comfy chair at 6:30 PM EDT on Sunday, their televisions (hopefully hi-definition; if not, you are a blasphemer) tuned to CBS for the AFC Championship Game, featuring the mighty Pittsburgh Steelers versus the Ravens of Baltimore. It should be a great game--what's that I hear? Some nay-sayers think Baltimore will win? NFW! (Did I use that text-term right? :-)

Bode has been doing great. This week, he started in the "pre-toddler" room, which is for children ages 1-2. He made the transition quite easily, probably because he was reunited with his best buddy, Jase. Jase was in the 6-12 month room with Bode, but moved up rooms about a month before Bode left. Ms. Thea and Ms. Paulyn would tell stories about how Bode and Jase were so cute--Bode would walk over and shove Jase, and then Jase would smack Bode. Gotta love how kids play...Here's a shot, taken a few months ago, of the boys just hanging out. Twenty years from now, you better hope you don't run into these hoodlums in a dark alley...
We've been stuck indoors due to the bitter cold. Here are a couple shots of us trying to entertain Bode. First, it's not the best picture, but it's Bode sitting on my lap in front of the piano. Ashley said he was making the cutest faces while he was banging on the keys. No doubt he was playing a masterful composition...at least in his head he was. Next, we have Bode riding his little Sesame Street scooter that Uncle Pat and Aunt Dana got him for Christmas. He hasn't figured out how to use his feet to push himself along, but he will pick them up when you push him so they don't drag. Bode has logged many miles riding on his little machine, most of which were covered with Ashley pushing him.I'm not one to use this blog for political soap boxes, nor do I really try to push my beliefs on the dear readers. However, if you could, consider the following "hypothetical" situation. Suppose there's a family of three--husband, wife, child--that has two dogs. Said husband and wife were outside in the yard, doing what is not important. When they come back inside, one of them realized they have a large chunk of dog crap on their shoe (as Forrest Gump says, sh*t happens). Now I contend the proper thing to do would be to remove said shoe and place in the garage, let said do-do dry, harden, and then take the shoe out into the street and slam it onto the pavement in order to jar away the undesired matter. There are probably other ways to accomplish the objective, but I firmly believe the way to NOT handle the situation is 1) remove the shoe and use the kitchen sink faucet to rinse the shoe, splattering little pieces of dung onto the counter and then 2) use one of the dinner forks to dig into the tread of said shoe in order to scrape out the now wet, smelly, stinky dog manure.

Am I wrong in thinking this? Possibly, but my gut tells me I'm right. Please, remember it's just a hypothetical situation. Now, anyone want to come over for dinner? You can use a spoon if you want...

Pleasant evening, and Happy MLK Day.

* The Hoth System was the ice planet in Empire Strikes Back...but you probably knew that already.