Ein Gelber Ballon

(with apologies to Nena)
Ein gelber Ballon
Schwimmen in mein Wohnzimmer
Ging mit den Jungen
Und wir erhielten ihnen Spielwaren nicht
Wir erhielten heraus Nahrung
Und sie waren ziemlich gut
Als verließen wir, es verfingen ihr Auge
Als ein gelber Ballon vorbei ging

The inspiration for that song (that was the refrain, by the way):


This is just a quick update. Halloween is in the air, and thoughts on the boys' costumes have become a topic of interest b/w myself and the Bean. We were thinking of a Batman and Robin combo, and today I saw Loch in his Aquaman PJs (an orange shirt and green sweatpants).

Of course, we have asked Loch want he wants to be - and his answer is almost always the same: A clown. A friggin' clown, can you believe it? I have no idea where he got that from. Once in a blue moon he might mention Diego as a possibility, but he mostly goes with the clown. Seanie will be whatever we want him to be - as a 1 year old who still doesn't talk much (yet understands just about everything said to him) he has no say. There was talk of him being Yoda - we'll see. Loch says that Seanie wants to be a clown as well. How does this kid even know what a clown is? I think I'll have him watch Poltergeist with me - that'll cure him of his love of clowns.

We've started a new nighttime ritual - storytime in Loch's crib for both boys before bed. It seems well received by the lads and can be somewhat interactive depending on the story (Trashy Town and Where Is The Green Sheep? work especially well from Daddy's point of view). Tonight was Mommy's turn:

POTTY TRAINING UPDATE: Loch goes pishy on the potty fairly well at home - not as well at school yet. Going poopy is nowhere on the horizon - which makes for interesting messes to clean up. He did great this weekend with the pishes, so he got to open up the Little Einstein Pat-Pat Rocket set - which he loves. I think in hindsight it may have been a bit too early, but the bright side is that it is one more thing that we can hold over his head to take away for bad behavior.

THINGS MY KIDS SAID TO ME THIS WEEKEND: Loch has uttered the following phrases to me this weekend: "No way, Jose", "What's your problem?", and "Poor little Daddy - you need a hug?" I also taught Loch to say this when he sees his Mommy: "Woo-hoo! Hubba, hubba!" (the "woo-hoo" is him not being able to do a wolf whistle). Seanie said "Hi", "Shoes" and "Juice" this weekend.

The Thing Bean Wants You To Know: