Musings and What-not

It's the law of nature, I suppose.  You write about something, and next thing you know, the exact opposite occurs. Yesterday, I wrote about how my son doesn't experience many meltdowns.  Well, today wasn't that day.  The storm clouds rolled in, shortly after we left home, and it took nearly 40 minutes for them to roll on out. Of course, my husband and I are to blame for the meltdown. You see, we were at Home Depot, shopping for potters.  We found one, and noticed there was a second (and last one) situated deep on the shelf that only my prince could retrieve. Now, I made the attempt to get it, but my hips got the best of me. My husband tried, but he's bigger than I am, and didn't make it far. He was the skinniest of the crew.  We didn't think much about it. So, the only one left was little man.  We pointed to what we wanted, and he went for it.  I think the confusion set in when we told him to bring it out with him. Once he was out... the tears started. Our enthu...

I didn't think much about why my son, then an infant, had to carry his foam "W" wherever we went.  I didn't  think much about the tantrum that ensued once we lost it during one of our outings.  I didn't think much about it.  I figured it was his security blanket.  He was a thumb-sucker, so I figured his 'obsession' with the letter wasn't any big deal. Nowadays, he no longer carries a letter, but his Fischer Price Doodle Pro goes everywhere we go. I purchased his first one in 2006 because I noticed he liked to draw; he was going through drawing pads like crazy.  I figured I could help save the environment while getting him something that would offer instant gratification and not be as wasteful. In 2007, he managed to go through 7 Doodle Pros.  Not because he was rough on them, but because he used them all day, every day.  Fischer Price owes me some moolah; I'm sure I had something to do with the rise in their stock during '07! What is the correl...