Moving Day!

I just found out that my lovely photo hosting site has the right (as of March 2nd) to do whatever they (or any 3rd party) wishes to do with my photos. So, as soon as I can print off the archives, the pictures will be deleted. Do not be alarmed, I will continue posting new photos as soon as I can find a new host who doesn't want me to sell my first born in order to use their services.

Edited to add: I also am getting comments on here from people I don't know. Making me realize that ANYONE can see this. I'm not very comfortable with that. I'm sure I'm being paranoid, but you can never be too careful, right?

So, I'm starting a new, private blog. I'll e-mail everyone in my address book with the link and password. If you read this and don't get an e-mail from me, e-mail me at scw42 at hotmail dot com (changing the at to @ and the dot to .) and I'll forward you the link.

Foolish, foolish me.

To think I thought my child was weird for sitting on the floor in a quiet room to eat his grapes. That doesn't even compare to him lying down on his stomach, on the floor at the Y, to lick the tile. Which, in case you were wondering, he did this morning. I'm all for letting him be independent, but at some point, you gotta step in.

And in hopes that you'll forget how weird my child is, some cute pictures from yesterday.

Eating his beads...oops, this was supposed to distract you away from the weirdness.

Feeding Colby a Cheerio.

I told you he puts his beads on himself.

Don't you just want to eat him?!

Being Daddy.

I don't know where he gets it from.

The kid is just weird. That's all there is to it. Yesterday, I was in the kitchen unpacking the groceries. He was screaming for a "Cack-ER!" (which means cracker and is any food). I gave him a bowl of grapes and the next thing I know, he's nowhere to be found.

I walk into the office and find him. Just sitting on the floor, eating his grapes. Who knows why he chose the office. Crazy kid. Oh, and the beads? He wears them as often as possible. Puts them on himself.

He gets so excited when I put a Baby Einstein on for him. He goes running to his chair, sits down and claps his hands and dances with the intro music. So. Freakin'. Cute.

3 Reasons

1. Because I can.

2. Because it's funny.

3. Because he cried when I took it out.

Should I worry?

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