Major Milestone

Its party time at the old homestead... why, you ask? did the Caps win the Patrick Division? no ...did Esa score in the Cup final? sorry, no again ... did Bettman realize that the Flames actually won the Cup in 2004, and sandblast the Lightning off the side of the silver chalice? no, afraid not

...did B recognize the need to use the potty, and get there in time to go without wetting his pants? Yes!!! ding, ding, ding... cue the confetti! strike up the band! break out the Lawrence Welk bubble blower!

Our little guy felt it coming and high-tailed it to his little Winnie the Pooh potty in the nick of time. He was thrilled, we're thrilled, elated, proud. This is a huge success for him, after several days of near misses and close calls, he did this one all on his own.

"If anyone knocks me into the boards..."

Sports hereos? or Compensated endorsers?

This is the random thought that dropped from brain today, actually I've wasted several minutes on countless occasions pondering this.

Isn't it funny that one generation's Pitcher is the next generation's Pitch man? For example, I'll freely admit that it wasn't until I joined a baseball card club as a child that I realized that Joe DiMaggio was more than just Mr. Coffee. And then there was that popular fellow from the Moneystore, Phil Rezutto (btw, in my world, right at this moment, there are no point deductions for spelling errors). Who could have known that he ever played baseball? Is it possible that one day one of my boys will be dumbfounded and say: "Dad, did you know that Michael Jordan played basketball before he started selling Hanes underwear with that guy who has been in a movie with everyone? "

I could probably go on and on for like dozens of minutes, but could great actors have had previous lives in sports? I mean Merlin Olson didn't do anything prior to being Father Murphy, right?


Right?

Kids are Awesome!

I'm only re-posting because I was hit by a spam comment. (I hate spam I am, I will not eat it in a boat, I will not eat it with a goat.) So, not knowing how to delete a single comment by itself, I copied the original post, and then deleted it.

This is cool.... well its cool to me, and that's all that really matters. We took B up to bed earlier, and he didn't want to go upstairs without Mommy and baby A, that's cool... real cool ...but wait, there's more. So after brushing our teeth, and kissing his baby brother on the head, B is ready to settle down for bedtime stories. Tonight his choice was a collection of pocket sized Winnie the Pooh Christmas books, seven books, five pages each. One of them was 'Cozy Caps'. I hadn't even turned the first page, when the music to my ears chimed: "Daddy... Caps play Hockey. Let's go Caps". Now, I did tell him that cap is another name for hat, and that Caps is short for Capitals. So, when the Caps win the Stanley Cup next... well, lets not get too giddy... if they ever reach the mountain top, my boy has been there in the valley with the rest of us, hoping and cheering. Game On!