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Archive for May, 2010
Broad Street Bully
May 31st
I guess I shouldn’t have shown Cole Slap Shot and footage of the Broad Street Bullies in their prime. Apparently three of the other infants at daycare had their onesies pulled over their heads before a toddler stopped him. At least I made him take off the foil he taped to his knuckles before he went that day…
“We’re here for the Hansons.”
Up, up and away
May 27th
I’m not sure why he looks so serious — his mom seems to think it’s because I taped the string to a rock instead of a balloon.
Hey, I didn’t lose the original balloon. Why am I the bad guy?
Where’s Olive Oyl?
May 25th
I swear I heard the Popeye theme as he squeezed the entire container into his mouth…
It wasn’t a real bear
May 24th
I told Cole about having to share a bed with his Uncle Tommy. I may have gone a little overboard in my describing it like “sleeping in terror next to an angry grizzly waiting for the instant my eyes closed so that he could tear me from limb to limb and…”
Well, you get the idea. I guess I could have just said it was a snoring grizzly.
This could be a sign
May 24th
Every time we try to take a picture of Cole with his gifts from Uncle Tommy on, they come out blank or nearly blank. We think we may be experiencing the first technological plague — or (and more likely) — just the wrath of God.
Spin me right round
May 20th
We told Cole the story of the painted tepee….I guess he thought we were going to shave a California Highway Patrol emblem in the back of his head.
No worries.
Happy Birthday Uncle Tommy.
Who Knew?
May 18th
They make infant tasers. Only side effect so far seems to be he sprung a leak. I will keep you posted.
Mmmm Tasty
May 17th
Sometimes he gets his fingers mixed in with his cookies…like somebody else I know…
Today
May 17th
From the diary of Cole H. Powers, March 29, 2040
It was the hot summer of odd ’10 when I first found myself afraid of horses. I begged my mother to stop; to let me down. But she didn’t. It’s taken years of intense therapy, but I have gotten over my fear of horses…and dealt with my issues with my mother.
I don’t know what I would have done without dad.
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