Not to toot my own horn, but people get us confused all the time.

Nora (to Pete, after pretending that he was a baby, and she was his mom): Okay, now I'll be the baby, and you be the superman...uh...I mean...the daddy.

Passport Picture

I need to renew my passport, and I couldn't decide which passport photo to use. What do you all think?

Mud Pies

A couple of weeks ago, the kids tried their entrepreneurial skills with a mud pie stand.

Superheroes

Pete: Are you rooting for Batman or Superman?
Me: I like Batman.
Pete: I like Superman, why do you like Batman?
Me: I've always liked Batman. He's always been my favorite superhero because he doesn't have any special super powers. He just uses his brain and works really hard to get really tough so that he can beat the bad guys. I like him because he works so hard.
Pete: Well, I like Superman because he can punch through buildings!!!

Disney

That's a picture that Pete took of me. I love it. Notice that more pictures have been posted in our album on the right. We had a blast at Disneyworld. So fun to be swept up into such a hyper-designed world for a few days. A little like an innocent Vegas.

My kids dressed themselves.

 

Playmobil Hospital

So Pete got a playmobil hospital set for Christmas. He loves it, but I decided to merge it with some of the other playmobil animals that he has and make it into an animal hospital. See treatment options below:

First Snow

 

Body by Pete

What are you going to be when you grow up?

Heather thinks that nobody will ever read this because they don't know this website still exists, given my patchy posting behavior in the past year. We'll show her, right?.... Anybody?.... Hello...?

For the longest time, Pete, when asked the above question, would only answer, "A Daddy." There will never come a time when I don't melt on hearing such an answer. If you tried to compromise and say, for example, "Okay, and what else do you want to do?" he would not budge, answering, "I just want to be a Daddy."

He has since learned that many daddies do something else for a job too, and has opened up his speculation a little bit, but he will not accept any occupation that isn't compatible with daddyness. Last week, he told me, in a state near tears, that he had wanted to be a firefighter, but then he learned at school that firefighters have beds at the fire station.

Me: So why does that make you not want to be a firefighter anymore?
Pete (crying): Because they sleep at the firestation and can't be daddies!

I tried to explain how it works and that many firefighters are daddies too, but he didn't really trust my explanation. I think that the idea of a daddy that doesn't sleep in the home was logically dissonant for him. It didn't make any sense.

Tonight, I was reading a Dora the Explorer book entitled "When I Grow Up" to Nora, and Pete came in uninvited to share what he wants to be when he grows up. First, he sat down and asked, "Can doctors be daddies?" I told him yes, and he said that he wants to be a doctor because he wants to help people feel better.