Dax's Journal

Conversations with Dax

Dax: Mommy, see those stairs over there? That's where I work.
Mommy: Where?
Dax: Over there. That's Madagascar. I work there.
Mommy: Oh, I had no idea. What sort of work do you do?
Dax: I work on computers. At Madagascar.
Mommy: What sort of work do you do on your computers?
Dax: I play my Mr. Men game.
Mommy: How much do you get paid for that?
Dax: Four.
Mommy: Four dollars? That's not even minimum wage. You should ask for more.
Dax: Thirty........five. Pounds.
Mommy: Pounds? Not dollars?
Dax: No, mommy. Pounds.
Mommy: Well, that's probably a wise decision in this global economy.
Dax: I know.

Daddy Day

Cat's friend Mike came for a short visit yesterday. He got to meet Devin for the first time. He met Dax when he was 17 weeks old and we failed to get any pictures of the two of them together. This time we got pictures.

Photographic evidence of why Dax woke up this morning and insisted that Uncle Mike did NOT go home, he was just somewhere in the house sleeping. Denial, a child's best friend. We kept him from weeping mournfully by promising that we would see Mike again soon. (Got that, Mike? Soon.)

Last week Dax and his fellow preschoolers went to a local joint called "I Made It" where they painted mugs for their dads in honor of Father's Day. They also made pet rocks at school with "Dad Rocks" painted on them. They made their own wrapping paper, too. All these surprises for his daddy nearly made Dax insane as he was bursting with the desire to tell Cat all about them. He made it without spoiling the surprise and presented Cat with his Father's Day gifts this morning.

If Dax were writing this blog he'd tell you that his daddy is THE BEST. He especially likes when his daddy takes him outside to watch the garbage trucks and when they play games like Zingo, Candy Land, and Wii together. He gives his dad a hard time every once in awhile but whenever Cat is not around, Dax is always asking for him. It is the first thing he says when we are coming up the driveway at the end of each school day, "Is daddy here?" And today Cat went outside to take out the trash and Dax ran from the front door to the back door while frantically shouting, "Where's daddy? I need to SEE him!"

So Happy Father's Day to Cat who is a wonderful daddy to our two boys. And Happy Father's Day to my own dad who is responsible for my excellent taste in music, red wine, and coffee (and my ability to turn the damn lights off when I leave a room).

I love you guys!

Daxisms

Watching The Mr. Men Show with Dax. Since it was recorded on Tivo we have the luxury of forwarding through all commercials. Dax gets "fast forward" and "rewind" confused so you have to be up on your Daxisms to know what is required of you if you hold the remote.

Dax: Mommy, re-fast this.
Me: You mean fast forward, honey. Ok, no problem. But what would you have said if you wanted me to go backwards?
Dax: Ummmmm.....re-back this!

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One day when I picked Dax up from school I found him looking like this.

That's his stem. He's an apple. And I'm very glad I was told that because otherwise I totally would have been just as confused as Cat was when Dax was pleading with him to make him an applehead. He was grabbing at his hair and saying he needed a "rub". Translation: please get a rubber band and put my hair up so that it resembles a stem so that I may pretend that I am my favorite fruit that I refuse to eat.