Too funny..

I posted about a week ago about a conversation I had with my 22 month old son about his runny nose – asked him to get a kleenex from the bathroon and give it to his Mom so she could wipe his nose, but he got a kleenex, blew his own nose, then said “garbage” and but the kleenex in the garbage… so I figured we had it all figured out.

Today, I realized we do not.

We have some fine tuning to do.

The Happy Boy had a runny nose this afternoon, so I told him to get a kleenex, wipe his nose and put it in the garbage. Easy, eh? Well not so much. UrbanMummy and I watched the Happy Boy run out of our bedroom and into the bathroom. IT took some time, we figured he was blowing his nose, but when he finally emerged from the bathroom, we was shocked at what we saw, and then needed air, to stop from passing out laughing so hard.

You see, my son did what he was told to, but he missed the concept of “1” kleenex. He also needs so work distinguishing between “kleenex” and “toilet paper”, as he walked down the hall with a whole role of toilet paper following behind him. Oy.

He must have just kept pulling on the TP until the roll ran out. One piece, eh? One “BIG” piece.

After the laughing stopped, I cleaned his nose then watched him shred the TP in the hall and try to throw it over the railing.

Too much.


Things I am thinking of while procrastinating from studying for my exam at 9am tomorrow morning…

Here is a brain dump of things I am thinking of instead of studying for my exam tomorrow morning;

The Toronto Raptors are 7-0 in the pre-season after adding a bunch of European players – unheard of in the NBA. I was excited about them anyways, and I like the coach, Sam Mitchell, and I really hate Vince Carter of the NJ Nets. If Yanks don’t want to play in Canada, the Europeans will!  Yay Raps.

Coca Cola Blak – a fusion of cola and coffee is scarily good. YUM. That cannot be a good thing for someone trying to lose weight and correct my back ailments, like I am.  It’s not a huge caffeine / sugar rush, but it just tastes nice.  Like carbonated coffee.

A regular caller to the all sports radio station the Fan590, named Philly Bob, is some clown who loves the Philadelphia Flyers hockey team. Today, he called into the Fan and said he’s love for the Flyers to play the Maple Leafs in their next 10 games so the Flyers could go 10-0 after firing their coach and GM. Hey Philly Bob… You are going to lose to the Thrashers tonight and really, I’d love for the Leafs to play your 1-6-1 team for 20 easy points. LOL. And I thought you knew hockey…

Quiz: What do the Toronto Maple Leafs and Philadelphia Flyers share that no other NHL teams do???

Answer later on.

Evgeny Malkin in Pittsburgh… The Real Thing. Just like Alex Ovechkin, and Staal, Crosby, Vanek, Afinaganov, Wellwood, and all these fast, speedy creative kids who were too small to play or too creative for the clutch and hold NHL.

I believe it was me who claimed that the St. Louis Cardinals were going to win the World Series at the start of the season – my thoughts being that they lost last year and it was a total shock for them. Not so this year. They expect to win.

What is it about Dog the Bounty Hunter that I like? The premise behind the show, or am I just waiting for his wife to suffocate one show in her super cleavaged bosom. How she runs on that show is one of the 8 wonders of the world.

On that topic… There is a web-site looking for the true 7 wonders of the Modern World. They listed the top 100, I believe, and will unveil the results in 2007. Is it too late to submit a write-in??? I’d like to add the fact that people other than me read this blog as a real wonder. LOL. On that note, to all the readers, and those who enrich my life with your wonderful comments, I thank you and gladly add you on my sidebar for everyone to see. You are urban daddy approved.

Am I really thinner if I weigh myself fully clothed at the end of the day, then re-record myself the next day in shorts and a T-shirt in the early morning before food? Which is my real weight? And for the many, except UrbanMummy, who look at me and are shocked at how much weight I “hide”, thank you. I do hide it well, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling huge! I would ALWAYS win prizes at the CNE or Wonderland or places like that where the “expert” guesses you weight. At the EX, I actually got a super-sized animal because the guesser was more than 50 pounds off on his guess. I gave him 3 tries? Do I really look to be 160 pounds? I was that weight at 13 years old. Geez. Kids.

Anyways, back to Segregated funds, or as UrbanMummy says, “Those funds relegated to the back of the bus, away from the mutual funds”.

Answer to quiz:

Toronto Maple Leaves
Philadelphia Fliers

Get it? If not, email me.

Large double double (really???)

I hate the Second Cup.

Their coffee is ALWAYS bitter… and at $2.07 for a large, they are another price increase away from bankruptcy. They never have the good flavours – Butter Pecan, Caramelo, or Cinnamon Hazelnut, out, just the crappy Irish Cream (barf).
So as a result… I’d rather walk the extra 8 blocks (even in the rain) to get a Tim Horton’s or even the 4 blocks to Starbucks for a Cafe Americano.

My point???

UrbanMummy, when pregnant, loved to drink the Second Cup’s frozen hot chocolate drink, (now called skinny chocolate chiller) and as a result, I often went there alone, with her or with the Happy Boy to get her one.  Sometimes in a moment of desperation, I would decide to have a cuppa bitterness for myself.

Now the Second Cup near us (on Avenue Road) has a really nice kid working there, with long hair and porkchop sideburns who marvelled one day at the Happy Boy’s sign language and more recently his dancing to the live music and talking. A real cutie my boy is.

So would it come to anyone’s surprise that tonight as I took the Happy Boy to Shoppers Drug Mart for more diapers, that upon running into this Second Cup employee (out of context, nonetheless) that my son would point at him and say, “Coffee”.

Cute, eh?

But there is more.

He then said to him, “Large Double Double”. Not once, but 4 times.

After we both chuckled about it, the Second Cup guy said, “Do you want a double espresso… ha ha ha”, to which my son replied, “Happy Boy no coffee… Daddy coffee”.

I love this kid.

Did I mention he learned to say “coffee” and “hockey” on the same day?!?

That was a great day in his development.

… and I ran. I ran so far away…

Ran 2.2 km in 18 minutes.

Filled up my car at 76.9.

Read 2 chapters of Organizational Behaviour text.

Started my essay.

Took the Second child for his first walk – 30 minutes up and down Avenue Road.

Burped the baby, like 25 times.

Was spit up on twice…

All in a days work.