Tony Sporano + Pinata = Fear

Yesterday was James' 4th Birthday, and Nolan 2nd is in a week. On Saturday we did a joint Birthday party for the boys. James once again proved he was all boy in the ways he handled his pinata.










I love having boys. My time at home is spent managing the flow of testostorone that flows through my house. Any time of day, you can hear a consistent rumble of car noises, train horns, wrestling, dog tackling, body noises, gun shots, dinosaur growls, and giggling. I'm sure if I had girls I would spend my evenings having tea parties and playing dress up with dolls. Maybe one day I'll get the opportunity to be daddy to a little girl, but for now I live in the land of boys where anything can be quickly turned in a gun or a sword, the dog is never safe, and burps are rated 1-10. So James knocked the pinata of it's stand, without hesitation channeled the spirit of Tony Soprano, and beat that thing to death. Dad was proud.

Number 3 will be here in July. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

James meets a cow tongue

The Family headed to Sam's Club for our routine Saturday of shopping and snacks. In the meat section I saw something that I needed to show James; a cow tongue. James looked confused so I told him to stick out his tongue. This is the tongue of a cow. He held it in his hands (inside a package of course). He still had a confused look on his face. "James people cook the tongue and eat it", I told him. He responded with a quiet confused look. "James do you want to eat the cow tongue", I asked. "No", he quietly answered. We walked around in the store for about 5 minutes without talking. I was beginning to worry that I had given information to a 3 year old that was too much to handle. James finally ended to long silence.

"Dad"?

"Yes James".

"Somebody broke that Cow apart".