matteopotato: May 2008

As promised...

Steve got a card reader adapter thingy so here are some of our favorite shots with my new camera. I just realized they are mostly of Dario since Matteo has been refusing to let me take his picture. I guess he got tired of the paparazzi after 3 long years...

You Know You Have Boys When...

Garbage Day is like Christmas every week. Actually, you think he'd be more disappointed if the garbage man didn't show up than if Santa didn't.

Not only does he know your family's garbage day, but he has asked about and memorized your friends' and families' garbage days too.

A siren going by anywhere within earshot is immediately followed by little feet pounding toward the front window, trying to catch a glimpse of the lights. And he can tell the difference between an ambulance, fire, and police siren, when you can't tell which is which.

You have playdates with friends with little girls and have to ask if they're feeling okay because they actually sit and play. Quietly. Next to their mothers. At a park.

You've explained at least 25 times why Mommy doesn't have a penis, both in private and public restrooms.

You've discussed all the family members he can think of and who is a girl (doesn't have a penis) and who is a boy (does have a penis). Sorry- inquiring minds want to know!

Feel free to add yours! Chances are, if you're reading this, you have at least one boy (except Mom and Aunt Debbie Bradshaw- hi guys!) since that seems to be all we make in our family.

Extreme Makeover: Matteo Edition

Matteo hates haircuts. The first few he got were crying, wailing, flailing affairs that we dreaded repeating. Then we got into a little groove and he didn't mind so much. We took him to a kids' haircut place with a police motorcycle to sit on and a big screen TV playing Barney around the clock. So he tolerated them and we tipped generously.

And then that place closed. Steve took Matteo one day in the middle of the week and no one was there. So we took him to a little barbershop within walking distance of our house. He got two haircuts there, no problem. And then Steve took him a few weeks ago and it did not go well. At all. Apparently, he let the man cut the top and sides with the scissors but flipped out when he tried to clean up the sides and edges with the electric razor. Steve paid $18 for half a haircut and he was not happy about it.

So the back has been getting really shaggy and I was getting afraid that my adorable 3-year-old might end up with a mullet. We've been trying to convince him to let Steve clean it up but he still refused, no matter what we tried to bribe him with.

Today we decided it had to be done. It's been so hot and he's always sweaty. He woke up from his nap yesterday and asked me why his hair was all wet. So Steve got out the razor and the guards and pretended to cut Dario's hair and showed Matteo that it doesn't hurt. Then we promised him a Slurpee and he finally gave in. Here he is!

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Technical Difficulties

So I got a FABULOUS Nikon D40 for my birthday and I've already taken some great (and some not-so-great but that's what we all love about digital, right?) photos of the boys. The only problem is... I can't figure out how to upload them to the computer.

I stick the card in the little slot just like I stuck the memory stick from our old digital camera (and I do know it's a different slot!) but nothing happens. I can't find my photos! As soon as I do, I'll get some posted I promise.