Dax's Journal

Meet the new Handyman

Dax got some belated Christmas gifts from his Godmother, Janice, yesterday. One of the items was a little tool set, complete with a real working drill and safety goggles.

I think his Poppa will be so proud.

Dr. Dax

Last week Dax saw his pediatrician, Dr. P, one of his favorite people in on earth. For a few days afterwards he wandered around wearing one of my necklaces which he pretended was a stethoscope.

"I a doctor," he would insist. "Like Dr. P." And then he would try to listen to our hearts with my necklace.

Then one day he came out from the office wearing Cat's headlamp and proceeded to give his daddy a physical. I'm so bummed we don't have a tiny white coat for him.

I could be wrong but I don't think it is all that common for a child to adore their pediatrician as much as my son does his. Which makes the fact that Dr. P is moving away even more sad.

That's right. She's moving away. There are some kids somewhere in Tennessee about to get very, very lucky.

When we saw her last week, Dr. P took Dax on her lap and explained that she was leaving and she told him he was going to have a new doctor the next time he came to the office. She told me that the new doctor was just like her, "only taller". Since she was hand-picked by Dr. P, I'm pretty sure we will all adore her.

But we're going to miss Dr. P so very much.

Why I had to climb up and get him the moon

As he sat and ate his chicken nuggets (with ketchup OF COURSE) Dax said to me, "Mommy, come give me a smooch!" I obliged, planting a kiss right on his tomatoey lips.

"Thank you," he said with a grin. "NOW I'm happy!"

*swoon*

Beach Boy

We went to Carmel Valley this weekend to visit Dax's Tia and Uncle Duck and to meet his uncle's mom (Mama Duck). He had a fantastic time. Such a fantastic time, in fact, that he didn't want to leave when Sunday rolled around.

For weeks he had been asking to go to the beach but when we first got there he didn't want to have anything to do with it. "Thazza be yucky," he declared of the ocean and the sand. But Tia and Uncle Duck got him running about in the sand and soon he was chasing the gulls and making a fearless dash for the water.

Springtime Baseball

Since the San Francisco Giants are starting the 2007 season in such dismal fashion, we decided to get Dax a baseball mitt so that he can sign with the team and help them out of their funk.

Out of all the mispronounciations so far, this has got to be my favorite:

"Catcher This" = Baseball Mitt

Happy Easter

Happy Easter to all of you from all of us.

Game Over

Well, we made it. Game one of the Diaper Free World Series has come to a close and the parents emerge victorious by a very narrow margin.

There were two accidents today, both involving the dreaded "combo". I have to admit it took a lot of control on my behalf not to laugh the second time when I heard Cat start shouting semi-incoherently from the office as Dax waddled in with his legs spread wide, "No! Dax! Why? No! Not on the floor! ON THE POTTY!" I mean, if you could see how our son was trying to waddle away as quickly as possible while simultaneously making a giant mess on his Nemo underpants, his pajama bottoms, and the carpet as Cat trailed after him shouting and gesturing wildly but not thinking to pick the kid up and get him to the bathroom tout de suite? Come on....tell me you wouldn't stifle a giggle.

I have to admit that this is one of those times when I'm actually glad I'm a working mom and my son is in daycare because we get to take him to pee on someone else's floor for the majority of the week.