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Margot and Finn were chatting at lunch the other day (“a real conversation as he’s now starting to master verbs,” she says) when the subject of Hoot (Hughes) came up. She writes:

We were talking about Hoot, and pickles (of course), and then Finn launches into his standard routine of “is the buckle poopy?” Anyway, the “buckle poopy?” bit morphed into my asking, “Who wears dipes?”
M: “Does Finny wear dipes?”
F: “Uh huh”
M: “Does Goonie wear dipes?”
F: “Uh huh”
M: “Does Dad-O wear dipes?”
F: “No!” (smiling) “Grown-up!”
M: “Does Milos wear dipes?”
F: “Uh huh”
and then
F: “Hoot…dipe!!!”
M: “Does Hoot wear dipes?”
F: “Uh huh!!” (big smile)
Sorry Hoot…the cat’s outta the bag 😀

In other dipe-related news (you were dying for more, weren’t you?), Finn has now dubbed Henry’s new little Op-Art waste-catchers “PolkaDIPE!”

I think Henry might be the reincarnation of a Peanuts character. Note the facial expression and forearms! There’s a definite resemblance, no?

• Cave System Discovered In Mom & Dad’s Bed; Spelunking Missions Planned (“KindaDEEP!”)
• Driveway Closed 3pm-3:14pm For Dirt-Blasting
• Choco Overwhelms Area Toddler’s Boca
• “Gato MooGeek” Still Tops Music Charts
• Leonine Blankie Retains “Most Favored Buddy” Status; Duke The Raccoon Strong #2
• Wiggle-Smile Index Skyrockets on Local Playmat
• “Boogie-Sucker” Deployed To Area Infant’s Nose
• “Nut-Byyuck” Assails Driveway
• Mom Invests Heavily in Oxy-Clean Corp., Citing Childrens’ Future

Stay tuned for word from the Delmas Nack-Intelligencer 😉

When I was a very little kid (3-5, let’s say), I overheard my mom talking on the phone about how a nice older lady named Kay had gotten bumped in a fender-bender. At some point later (in mixed company, I’m guessing), I loudly announced, “KAY GOT BOMBED!” (that is, drunk). For years this poor innocent lady was then known as “Kay-got-bombed.”
I mention this because on Saturday, as I was giving Finn his morning milk on my lap, his overnight diaper leaked through onto my shorts. Getting up and seeing the spot, he said, “Dad-O peed!!” I protested that noooo Dad-O didn’t pee, but my & Margot’s laughter sealed the deal: Every time he’s repeat his claim, we’d laugh, and now it’s become established fact that, yep, Dad-O peed & had to change into the space monkey shorts.
It may take a while, but what goes around does, in fact, eventually come around. 🙂

Last night Henry really had me freaking out. The little guy went to sleep at 5:30 p.m., having eaten at four o’clock. I figured, like every night, he would wake up around 6:30 p.m., eat again (at least once!) and then hit the sack for the night around eight or nine.
Well, he stayed asleep until, get this, ONE THIRTY A.M.!!! That’s eight hours, people!! And the only reason he roused at one thirty was because I was convinced he was either in a coma or so hungry that he was too weak to move…I just couldn’t believe he would sleep that long in one stretch, so I fed him and then popped him back in the crib.
I’m not going to kid myself into thinking this is a trend, but wow. My only regret is that I was so freaked out I couldn’t take advantage of that full eight hours and pack in a ton of sleep myself!

Oh my, I’m sad to report that our little Henry is losing his nice mop of hair. He’s got a couple of bald patches on each side where his head rubs on the bed, and they are getting bigger and less hirsute by the hour. The same thing happened to Finn, and it was an awkward several months until his hair grew back and started looking normal. I was really hoping that he’d keep it and increase its ranks, but that doesn’t seem to be in the cards. On the other hand, we can be sporting about it and start taking bets on what color his new hair will eventually be when it grows in.
I won’t embarrass the poor lad by posting photographic evidence!

Yesterday, Finn and Henry got a little box of gifts from our friends Paco and Betty Podmore. Finn got a collection of small, plastic squirting animals for the bathtub: an elephant, a monkey, and a raccoon. Our nanny Carol was talking with Finn and asking him what he might want to name his raccoon. She was suggesting names like Joe, Mike, etc. when all of a sudden, Finn burst out “Duke!”. So henceforth, he is “Duketheraccoon!”. This marks the first time Finny has named one of his toys!
John and I speculate that “Duke” could actually be spelled “Dook”, after the sound effects John makes when he is pretending to drink out of a cup or Coke can. He and Finn have conversations when John grabs a Coke out of the fridge, and Finn says “Dad-o dook dook!”, John says “Yep, Dad-o dook dook.” Then Finn says “Finny dook dook?” and John says “No, Coke’s not for Finny. No dook dook.” We also “dook dook” out of the garden hose when we’re playing in the backyard.