Dillierama

Geez, just nothing is going on around here.  I think I've kind of been in a bad mood the last few days.  It could be the diet.  Dieting always makes me pissy.  Alex and I have been watching  all together too much television because it's too hot to go to the park in the afternoons.  John won't talk about anything but Transformers. It's Transformers this... Transformers that...  I'm actually considering seeing the stupid movie, just so we can have a conversation.  And Alex, he can take off all of his clothes all by himself, so I spend most of my day chasing around a skinny naked child and cleaning up piddle puddles.

It's not all bad.  In fact, it's not bad at all, just a little boring right now.  Some of this weeks highlights include Alex recognizing capitol letters by pointing at them in a book (He knows A, B, C, D for sure, gets confused by E and F, and the rest of the alphabet he only recognizes sporadically.)  I'm going to go out today for some alphabet flashcards. 

I've also been entertaining myself by trying to get Alex to say big words:

Me:  Say mamacita
Him: dadita!
Me: Say patriotic
Him: Potic!
Me:  Say testicles
Him: Siticals!
Me:  Say manatee
Him: Pee pee!

We took Alex to the Real soccer game last night (we lost and Cunningham tried to start a brawl) and they had fireworks afterward.  I was cursing myself for not bringing a camera, not to get the fireworks, but for the look on Alex's face, being lit up by the lights in the sky, big eyes opened wide in amazement.  Fireworks are one of my favorite things and to see my son watching them for the first time (he saw them last year, but was too little to care), almost brought tears to my eyes.  I spent almost the entire show, turned around watching the fireworks reflect in his face.  He made it the best fireworks show I've ever seen.