Dominick on Mortality

A month ago, Dom made a bow and arrow out of sticks and string. Afterward, he told me, "I'm going to keep this until my life is over. Usually, when your life's over, you don't live anymore. When you're really old, that's what happens to ya. When you're ten years old, your life is half over."

Then last week, he said, "Robots don't have lives. We have lives that are going to be over."

Also last week, we were discussing the mosquito problem. Dom's idea? "What happens if we take the dead person and put him for the mosquitoes to bite on?" An interesting thought, I have to say. I'm not sure where all this dark subject matter is coming from. Maybe Dominick has inherited my morbid sensibilities.

More words from the mouths of babes to come. I have a stack of paper scraps where I've jotted down these little treasures. Sifting through them, I realize that Dominick no longer refers to the Golden Arches as "Old McDonald's." Sigh. At least he still says "hamburgerger." I'll be sad to see that one go.

A milestone for Dom

What's missing from this picture?

Training wheels!

Dom's pretty proud of himself. He told the lady at the sewing store that he rode his bike without training wheels, so now he gets to go to Skyzone. A little bribery never hurts, right?

The other thing Dominick tells everybody these days is that he's six and in first grade. Kindergarten, where did you go?

Big boy, big news

It appears that my diaper-washing days are about over. Noel is on day three of wearing underwear. Something clicked for him about a week ago, a year after he unexpectedly produced solid (ahem) results on the toilet. Since then, he's been quite resistant to the idea, so I gave up on him graduating from diapers early. Last week, when things finally started happening, we went to Target to pick up underwear. Noel chose Toy Story. Granted, he had a couple of accidents yesterday and one today, but I can't see a return to diapers during the day, which is a little bittersweet. He's getting so big, and I've really enjoyed our four-plus years of cloth diapering. Anybody need some Fuzzi Bunz?

More birthday

For months, Noel had been telling me that he wanted a red birthday party and a traffic light cake, so that is what we planned. The party was scheduled for Saturday, but he was sick, so we postponed it to Sunday. By then he felt better, the weather was still amazing (short sleeves in November?!?), and my mom was still in town, so it all worked out beautifully.

Here are some pictures from the weekend. The first was taken at Monkey Joe's, the rest at our house.